Courage

courage to write

It took courage for him to pick up the phone and make that call. It took courage for him to open the door and let them in. It took courage for him to allow them to take her away. That was his last reserve of courage … he had no more.

What was he supposed to do now … what was the right thing? He couldn’t take care of her any more. She would not be coming home again. He wasn’t even sure if he could go and see her where she was now.

Cemeteries had always frightened him.

(c) 2000 – 2013 Bonnie Cehovet

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