On Saturday I visited a parishioner in the hospital. She said something about dying and I said something dismissive. And then, later, I said I thought she looked good. At least then, I immediately said how much I hate it when people tell me that.
Not terribly present to others. Haven't come to terms with death yet. Can't believe I was so unconscious.
I really like this woman and don't want to lose her. I just lost a parishioner I really liked in late October. Need to find a spiritual director soon or quicker.
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I wish I had bright words to say, but I don't, so I'll say, I care and I hear you.
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