I couldn't this time around. The days slipped by and I thought, I should write about it. I should write the words. But I never picked up my journal. I was living it out already. I didn't need it to be any more true.
I'd written throughout her diagnosis, the subsequent move to a nursing home for rehabilitation and chemo, even her decision to stop treatment. A few poignant moments from her final week home.
And then nothing. A month passed before I forced myself to write the words.
I am beyond thrilled to be guest posting for my friend Claire DeBoer today. Claire and I were roommates through much of our time in Uganda and Burundi, as well as travel buddies on our interrupted flights home. Last week she hosted me in her home for a few days and it was such a treat to catch up with her. She is a lovely writer and I'm excited about what's on the horizon for her. Today I'm writing about the way writing can heal. Head on over to read the rest.