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The Pillow Case
The Pillowcase
By Kathleen Tonn
I stripped the pillowcase off my pillow as the morning sun shined through the skylight above the bed. The sheen of tear stains marking its satin sheen. It is time. Time to move forward. My new job will require my complete focus. Staring off into space, overcome with grief, will not help me to do well in my medical work. This position pays well, and it will give me opportunities to grow in my knowledge and experience of stem cell theory.
I hesitated. Am I ready? I held the pillowcase against my chest. Can I really move forward? My heart felt like a train engine that backs up, then moves forward, then backs up again. It's two years. Two years in which I cried myself to sleep. Loss, especially the death of a child, is deeply felt in the human heart. After my husband's car accident, I clung to my two sons as though death would never strike my heart again. I promised my husband, as his coffin was lowered in...
By Kathleen Tonn
I stripped the pillowcase off my pillow as the morning sun shined through the skylight above the bed. The sheen of tear stains marking its satin sheen. It is time. Time to move forward. My new job will require my complete focus. Staring off into space, overcome with grief, will not help me to do well in my medical work. This position pays well, and it will give me opportunities to grow in my knowledge and experience of stem cell theory.
I hesitated. Am I ready? I held the pillowcase against my chest. Can I really move forward? My heart felt like a train engine that backs up, then moves forward, then backs up again. It's two years. Two years in which I cried myself to sleep. Loss, especially the death of a child, is deeply felt in the human heart. After my husband's car accident, I clung to my two sons as though death would never strike my heart again. I promised my husband, as his coffin was lowered in...
