The lovely photos juxtaposed with the horrifying words have ripped a wound in me, a necessary wound. Necessary wounds create empathy, compassion and anger, even rage. I connect with her. I connect with you.

Thanks for the protection and kindness you showed to this wife. I suspect she rarely, if ever, knew kindness. I hope she allowed it to touch her as she lay dying. Was she able to know it? I hope it washed over her, opened her, offering her the healing only true and all too rare human connection can, even when a cure isn’t coming.

Thanks for your service. Thanks for these words and photos and for my necessary wound. I must leave it open for a while in order to allow it to heal so I may know kindness when it is offered to me, so I may offer it to others with expectations of nothing. Your talent is very special. Thank you.

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