Room 377
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Jan 8, 2022
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Room 377 was at the end of the hall,
In it, he fought so hard through it all.
Where the hours flew by but time stood still.
Where books and lions gathered on the window sill.
It's where we hated going every new day,
But by day's end, wished we could stay.
It's where those once strangers became trusted friends,
Where we clung to hope until the very end.
It's where hands were held, where stories were read.
Where kindness was shown and prayers were said.
It's a place I never ever wanted to know
But today it's the one place I wish I could go.
I had lunch on Sunday with a lady friend I have recently gotten to know. We talked about Owen and the grieving process. She shared some heartwarming experiences with me and told me to be on the lookout for the number 377, that Owen would connect with me via that number. And then I saw your blog this morning.....😢😢😢 Brought tears to my eyes.