I brought a random journal along with me to Charlotte this week while mom recovers from her third (and final!) open heart surgery. This particular journal is just of quotes Grandma liked and observations she made. I think it’s from 1990.
Implantation of heart in Clark (61) made medical history. University of Utah. Removed the dying heart put in the mechanical one. Dr. called it a success - better than expected—date in my diary.
Like rivers let us flow to the ocean. Unwounded by the edges of the rocks: And when we reach her heart and are merged, No more shall we wrangle and reason about tomorrow. Kahlil Gibran.
Nothing has time to gather meaning, and too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold. Yeats.
I can not say much now about that which fills my heart and soul. I feel like I seeded a field in midwinter, and I know that spring is coming. My brooks will run and the little life that sleeps in me will rise to the surface when called. Gibran.
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