Diary

Surgery Day- Sept. 28, 1998-6

11:04 a.m.

Some hours ago I placed your wedding ring over the tip of my small finger, forcing it down to barely cover the nail so that it would seat firmly, perhaps throb a little so that my lips, in synchronicity to my pulse's rhythm might repeat the japa of Mother's name. How shall I measure the magnitude of my love for thee? Sun and stars are but footsteps away when I compare the vastness of my love for thee. In thy state of Grace during thy last days on earth, help me from your being of light, to consecrate myself more truly to the path.