Katey in Three Syllables


The words occur to me when I lie on the floor next to her, propped up on my elbow, watching her face for signs that tickles and scratches and gentle rubbing bring her respite, never mind happiness.  But by the time I get home, its only the cloud of sadness I can remember, knowing that the peace I want for her can only come in one way, and that nothing afterwards will be the same.


3 thoughts on “Katey in Three Syllables

  1. Oh Brenna, I can hardly bear these images. So much suffering. Your heart must surely be slowly breaking into a million pieces watching Katey wasting away. I’m praying you can help Craig find a way to let her go onto whatever comes next for all of us.


    Sent from my iPad

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