Page 213 - Reason To Sing by Kelita Haverland

Chapter Thirty-Five

“I know you can’t, and you shouldn’t have to. Oh man,
Kelita, I wish I was there with you right now. I’m so sorry
you’re having to do this without me. Stay strong, okay. I’ll wait
to hear from you as soon as you get back.”
I don’t want to hang up. There is such a tenderness in his
voice. He has a way of making me feel at home. At ease. Loved.
As we end the call, tears well up. I feel the dusty streams
of morning light blanketing me through the thin gap in the
curtains. Shivering, head bowed, I am still. My body is frail. I
am so damned weak. For a while now I have been dealing with
all the symptoms of chronic fatigue syndrome. Always getting
sick. So many sore throats. Tired and then more tired. I can
never think clearly. I know it’s all the stress.
I take a deep breath. The shock is sinking in. Strained, tired,
shaken. It isn’t over yet. In fact, it is just beginning. We still
have another 24 hours of driving. One more full day with my
husband, knowing what I am about to do and knowing how he
will react.
I don’t care. I am resolved.
And I cannot wait to be in Gord’s arms.

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