the love of family
Oh how refreshing is the smile of my child. The citter chatter of interupted conversations. The silly attention seeking actions of my boy. Everyone eager to be heard all at the same time. It was wonderful.
Steve was begged a visit from me for I was about to go stir crazy for missing them. He is so busy with all the going on's of schooling Dash and getting Dove off to Jr High. Feeding bathing and all of our young ones he has had little chance to come up to visit me in this 22 day stint, 24 if you count the hospital. 26 total by Saturdays arrival at home. How it is to be that time is at hand to return home. So much hard hard work has gotten me up and walking with a four wheel walker. Even now I am dozing off while I try to type. The pain medication mixed with the other ones I am on really make sleep a friend to rest. That is morning job rest.
How dear it is to embrace and be embraced by all of you. Yesterday a woman and her sister invited me to sit with them awesome. We spoke of HIM and the greater things we all have known and witnesses. Leaving that table was the best time I have had here. So refreshing. This woman's' sister had slept on a fold out sofa for a month. She is returning Saturday to her home while her dearly loved sister struggles with the decision whether or not to have the 4th surgery for the returning brain tumor. How utterly educated I felt as this dear sister of teh woman stood and helped me to sit down. She bent like a tree in the wind with severe scoliosis.
We are all capable of reaching out. Here this was the first time that the table was turned for this exhausted soul of mine. They reached out to me. I needed that so bad. Sitting in that dinning room day after week was really getting to me. Constantly reaching out to the elders. How nice to have them reach out to me and pull me up out of my self absorbed hole that my foot had slipped into.
Home two more days. For now it is almost time to go down to ti chi wheel chair style. I try real hard to go to activity time, It is good to get out of the room. Going somewhere other than therapy where pain is not the expected. That pain however is a friend to freedom of moving and flexation.
I cant keep my eyes open
be reminded of the beauty surrounding you
my little family here really set sail to me for Saturday
1 comment:
I am so happy dear friend you get ot go home... I have to say this about your yesterdays post.. THAT my dear is what I have been dealign with all these years I have been in facilities.. Yes NEEDS are almost met.. but the need of the heart is not... I STRIVE SO HARD to look into the eyes straight to the heart and reach in and grab it,,, all the while I am being a total FOOL bouncing around to make sure I touch every person with a tad different something... I have seen all of that Donetta,, I HATE IT! change the dang songs at least will ya,, geeezzeee ok just had to spit my stuff... love ya keep gettin better.... and get home... I WILL have my own place at some point or at least RUN THE JOINT like a living place should be....
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