I noticed some sparse, brittle sprigs of hair in the tub after my bath yesterday morning. 
Accordingly, a decision was made.
 
 
 
My husband tells me that I am brave.

I tell him that I am free.

And that I am grateful for my numbered hairs and for my Father who watches their surrender to the grave.

Quiet Peace for my journey… settled rest for my soul.

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