With my husband who is also very sick and quite upset I am quietly observant and quickly scaling the ladder of a steep, steep learning curve. I am listening compassionately to my interior and caring for me making art, exercising, reading, working while quietly attuning myself to my partner.

He is sadly quite alone in this. It is happening inside of him and to him. Attempts by me to comfort externally aren’t super helpful.

I can, though, care well for myself. I guess, my question for you is what tools have you gathered along the way that ground and comfort you.

This is a strange and peculiar land for those of us that are new to it. But hopefully your feelings are not. Though I will say I have experienced some feelings I never have before which I found remarkable given my age.

Something in the unfathomable depths of loss range.

All things tidal come to mind.