It always starts the same way. With a silly grin, Ruby Wren takes my hand, we walk through the big sliding doors together, and she starts saying, Continue reading
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When they just want you to know they’re still here.
She told me she doesn’t remember the day we met. Honestly, I don’t see how she could, she had been so sick when I had admitted her the week before. I had been floated to the PCU that day, Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On wishes and fence riding.
I told Tommy this morning that I sure wish I could take some of this from him. Continue reading
Growing Nurse Debi 