Last night she came and had dinner with me here at the hospital. I can't even begin to express how much I appreciated her company.
Though she has a wonderful shoulder, I didn't cry on it. I did a little venting of sadness and frustration, but mostly we just talked. And laughed. About Llamas and cat losses and family and friends and nothing at all.
And the Giants.
We share a whole-body passion for the San Francisco Giants (though Jonna gets to indulge it slightly more than I do!). So it was wonderful to talk about them and other outside-the-hospital-walls kinds of things.
It gave me a brief respite from all that has been absorbing my mind over this last week in the ER.
And boy, did I need that.
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