So I'm sitting here in Midway airport waiting to go home twirling my grandfathers cane, and rose petal I took off the head of a rose. The rest of the rose sits on top of my grandmothers coffin. There both gone now, six years apart since my grandfathers death and now they are finally together in heaven.
As 1516 Judson Street was burning and Firefighters were fighting and falling during that battle my phone rang unanswered in my pants pocket beneath my fire gear with news that my grandmother had died. Her death was expected and really welcome as death brings an end to the suffering from Leukemia.
Tomorrow night when I return to work and the streets of Philadelphia I'll try and carry her simple grace and patience with me. Things I often lack in the trauma and drama of street medicine.
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