Wednesday, March 4, 2009
She started crying when she read a card from one of her work friends. I immediately went to her side and hugged her.
"I'll be okay," she said through her tears.
It's hard on her. I worry about that and I wonder if I'm doing the right thing. Intellectually I know it's right. I've had to take off from work and fly out here three times within six months. Her home isn't safe. She cannot depend upon her friends. Still when I see how hard this is on her, I wish things could be different.