Sharing this blog again as I remember my friend–gone too soon.
I am not a fan of the movie, Michael. It was dark, sad, and depressing. Travolta’s Michael was nothing like the Archangel in my head. But that dance. You remember it. Chain of Fools. Oh man. Every woman remembers that dance.
I got to thinking about the title to that song. Chain of Fools. How our lives are one long chain, and the people in it are the links. Some, like the lyrics say, are weak, others are strong, but whatever they are, they are meant to be a part of the chain that makes up our lives.
Years ago I worked with an adorable towheaded, curly haired girl with blue eyes. She had a cherubic face and translucent skin. She looked like a fragile, porcelain doll.
She was a great nurse, and a great friend. We were doing some pretty serious work at the bedside, all us girls on…
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