Sarah.
In a fleeting snap of time and sheer moment I passed by the busy corridor; the lift opened and snatched my glance at the woman on a wheelchair looking down securely gripping to the seemed like a Sub-cut. Infusion pump machine wrapped on a green pharmacy bag. My heart sunk as I was too late waiving back to the cheerful woman calling out my name whilst tapping the woman on the wheelchair, as the lift shut and gone down to the basement.
Two women within the minuscule motion of finiteness of time, has awaken my innermost being. I gone back to my Swabbing hub revisiting the poignant image of women shared the pain and in joy within the piercing truth of Life’s as a vapour.
Sarah, you have been a living testimony of courage and hope in your Mother’s love as a lasting virtue whilst we are the “pilgrims” of this place.
“Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.” Psalms 144:4
