Hope is always nurtured that the curtain will close on acceptance and conciliation. As the faces and the voices from those years replay, I realize that there is really no need to tell their stories. They had all been told, fully staged even. Every session I had with my patients was a full telling, complete and unabridged, unedited. Whatever retelling I can now attempt would be lame, mediocre and redundant.
Writers write what they have seen and felt, hoping to shed some light on our lives.
My patients shaped and structured their stories as they talked, lived the anguish and the joy during those mornings and afternoons we had. Somewhere out there, their pages are filled with acceptance and conciliation, one certainly hopes.