Goodbye Mr.Foo

We used to sit next to each other in the hospital’s infusion room and joke about the awful food, who had the most needle pokes that day, and god awful daytime tv.
I left the hospital cradling new life.
Mr. Foo lost his.
And I am very sad.
Life is so tenuous, so fragile, so precious.
Today,I honor someone who found strength to smile through the pain and try to bring joy to others to help ease their suffering.
Blessed be, Mr. Foo. Rest in peace.



About domesticpolichick

My life is a crazy jumble of sitcom-level domestic hijinks and fast-paced political reporting in the nation's capital. Breastfeeding while doing a phone interview with a senator...yep, I've done it and no, I won't reveal the name. Toddler calling a member of Congress on the cell..yeah, that really did happen. Pregnant in high heels on Capitol Hill trying to chase down a particularly grumpy senator, yeah...that was nuts. But what can I say? I'm just one domestic polichick trying to figure out the work-life balance.
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