Monday, July 11, 2011
It's a trip I'm dreading yet very anxious to take. I need to see her. She has steadily declined in the last few weeks and was finally flown from New York to Nassau as the hospital can no longer do anything for her. It is a tragedy. I don't think I'm mentally prepared for it, I hope I am, but I don't really think anyone can be. This is what I wanted to see the doctor about but was turned away at the door (by the way)
However, it's vital I spend time with her. She has been my best friend for 40 years. I can't even think about a world without her in it. So I don't. I live 5,000 miles away in a protective bubble that keeps me in denial. But the bubble is bursting and I have to face reality.
I'd rather sit under those trees. In a hammock. With Tracy. And she could be healthy again.