We get 14 nights a year here. I bring my daughter and get to write whilst she’s looked after by trained staff, and my wife stays home to catch up on the sleep she doesn’t get the other 351 days of the year. It’s wonderful.
Today it’s the birthday of another sweet little girl at the hospice. She's three years old today. She’s been on chemotherapy/radiation for much of her life. If you were here watching her play and hearing her parents speak of their hopes for a cure you too would have to turn your face away. Three . . .
Forgive me for speaking in platitudes but platitudes earned their status by serving so well. Places like Charlton Farm provide a counterpoint to the awfulness you can watch on your TV screen 24/7. Most people will never see them but they exist because of the kindness of others. And I felt liked sharing that.