28/01/2021
Power of the pause....These little creatures are divine.. talk about “We’re in this together! “. Moksha, Herbert Walker and Clementine pile on and snore in unison. I’ve been quiet for some time and that’s not like me in any thing I do. My mom passed on January 6th (remember what else happened that day) after a fall a month earlier, dad needed extensive care none of us kids could give him, and we now visit through a window. These little critters of love are a light and warmth on these dark days. Finding light when life is heavy. Finding peace when the world around us feels like it is spinning off its axis. Finding gratitude for each full and healthy breath I take. Finding laughter with my dad who doesn’t know my name any more but whom I continue to bond with over naughty wit and banter. Finding grace when exhausted from caring round the clock for dad but he grabs my hand and says “we have the same hands.” (He also has a huge Irish head. I got that too but fortunately still have hair on it unlike him.). Finding more love than I thought I already had for my dad of 91 when tucking him in bed one night and rubbing his feet he says, “we’ve had a great day. I feel like I’m dancing.” Finding love and deep appreciation for the friends who made sure my tired and weary family came home to a Christmas tree brightly shining. Finding a few extra pounds after too many drives through DD with dad. Finding a bond again with my brothers and sister after life took us in different directions but rekindled a language unique to our clan. And can’t ever find the right words for the nurses who held mom’s hand, held up their phones so we could see and talk to her, who found a stuffed animal to tuck under mom’s arm just before she passed and tell her that her beloved dog Goldie was right by her side. (Always remember heaven is the place where all the dogs you’ve loved come to greet you.). hashtag can capture the devotion of a health care provider. Eternally humbled.