Emily mentioned Craig's been talking in his sleep, and as she said, that night he dreamt of monsters, infusions, and the oh-so-scary stairwell. Yep, though he squeezed and squeezed, he just couldn't fit through. My response: I hate it when that happens.
We’ve been having some goofy moments together, which is nice. The other day, C and I were waiting in the hall just before his 4th round of chemo. Some guy was playing the song Daniel on the piano, and I mumbled to Craig, “I don’t know what’s worse, playing the depressing song Daniel, or playing the depressing song Daniel off-key. It seemed someone got the beginner’s version of Rockin’ to the Oldies for the Piano, and was testing his skills at the hospital. There’s nothing more comforting than hearing some guy practice, practice, practice when you’re waiting for chemo for a life threatening condition.
And Daniel???
Daniel my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won’t heal
Your eyes have died but you see more than I
Daniel you’re a star in the face of the sky
Gee Mister, what happens next? Sure can't wait to see what tomorrow brings. Uplifting, you betcha. I’d pick the soundtrack from the movie The Shining over a song about some older dude with his puss-filled scars and a couple cataracts flying some red-eye to check out the rain in Spain... or whatever. ;) -- J
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