Here Comes the Sun

Last night at 9pm I headed out the door to change a Morphine cassette for a patient. The specialized key needed to do so was not at the patient’s home, so I headed home to pick up my personal Morphine Cassette Key. Beloved middle son, typing a paper, looked up. I explained why I was back and leaving again so soon. He looked me in the eye, with compassion, and belted out, “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow….Bet Your Bottom Dollar That Tomorrow….”

Man, I love that kid.


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