Yesterday I drove on Lincoln down the hill from UCSF and as I stopped at a light, I looked to my left and there it was - the hospital in all its glory.
I looked at the window on the 15th floor where Tikva's bed would be and just cried.
And for the first time I said this aloud:
Oh Tikva, I wanted you to live. I so wanted you to live.
I'd never said it, and it just hit right at the core of what I am feeling right now.
I miss the hospital because I miss Tikva, and I wish there was a place where I could go to hold her again...
Sunday, August 31, 2008
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Hug.
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