Another evening here at the hospital. Today was my day off from work, so spent it taking care of business,before heading up to the hospital. As I quietly sit and type this out; what comes to mind is how are we, meaning I coping with all this. I figured some day I would have to assist my parents, or care for them. I guess I never thought it would be this soon. But it is something that I have to go through and learn, because at this point, my family and I will be caring for her, in this capacity. At times, I mean mostly I feel very overwhelmed. Like I can’t… I know I can, and will.
Life has so many facets. I don’t know anyone who is prepared for this, there are so many things that need to be done as well. Things we do not want to discuss, but have to follow up on them. Very important. Life is so very precious, love hard and forgive quickly.
Just another night here at the hospital.
Today is Thanksgiving 2016, this is the first holiday spent at the hospital. I feel so lost, sitting here in the waiting room, because sitting there in moms room is a lot to take. Trying to keep strong and not cry, but who am I fooling; certainly not these tears. Not myself or even mom. Here I am though,trying one min at a time. Looking out over the top of the buildings, nothing but pale blue skies. A beautiful Saturday, that should be spent enjoying great things with mom, instead here at this place,yeah what memories this will make.
I am not the only one, there are millions of families going through the same things or worse, but when it happens to your family it feels like your the only one. I know that This family has the love of God, of family and friends, and even people who have just met you. I write to alleviate the pain of this, it is my outlet, at least with this I can cry and not have to explain why. It is difficult to talk and keep from tearing up. Even though I know I have friends that will be there just to listen, no explinations of any kind needed. I find a kind of solice in writing,something I need to do more of, get back to. I am scared, I need to get back into the Word, that is what is going to keep me balanced in this time.
This has been a year of ups and downs, I pray the 2017 year holds nothing but blessings and greatness. Just writing this, has calmed my soul. looking out over these buildings, peaceful and calm. seeing the colors of the trees changing as with this weather. Hold the the ones you love close and tell them you love them. We never know how things will change. Be thankful for all you have and whom you have. So, now the tears have dried up;and I can see clearly. Time to get my strength and conquer this fear, to move forward and keep on keeping on, because mom needs to know and feel that we as a family has her, and is onboard with her well being. That means I need to step up. To grow beyond what I am, I know I can.
This has been My Corner… Until the next time. Happy Thanksgiving .
What I love about the early mornings in my life; are that it is filled with peace and semi-silence. Here I am sitting out at the park next to Central Market, waiting for the time when have to be on the grind. it is relatively quiet. There is bustling from time to time, with joggers on the trails, and the engine hum from the truck waiting to unload; otherwise it is a nice morning. I so love the early morning hours.
The weather is nice at the moment, but the gray of the clouds are moving in. weather is about to turn cold.
Glitches in my mom’s move to the rehab, her platelets were too low, so they gave her another round of blood, and is keeping her at the hospital. She will be there all this week, and weekend. They will see what’s what after. I terribly hate what is going on with her, to see her in such pain. Family, friends, and prayers is what keeps me sane. To God goes the glory.
Yesterday I had my first Chai Latte in a year. From Central market of course. I am about to walk over and get me one before work. I have definitely missed them.
So I shall enjoy my quiet time this morning, and I hope your day is filled with some quietness as well. Until the next time, enjoy.
Week 52: ( picture this )
So the 52 week project has come to an end. This being the last photo. What do you think, have these photos made you think or feel anything? For me, well at the ending months, it became harder to find things I wanted to photograph or put in. I made it through none -the-less. This is something I am glad I did. What is next you may or may not ask, that I do not know, but whatever it may be… stay tuned.
As for this photo, took it at the local wally world. I have never had snails before, and they looked interesting. For a photo, not to eat. Ick! Would you ?
There you are, your story for all to see, all to see on the pages in-between. I typed in the letters and it was all the same, sure, names have been changed, new players at the table, but it is still the same old hand, nothing new, nothing new to me and to you. Oh how the days, months, years go by, and still the same hand gets played, safe hands on life’s great chances. Still the same, still the same. I typed in the letters, and now I am through typing. The hand I was dealt, was the hand of fate, a blessing, a signpost ahead, one that says, you are a winner in every way.
So, there you are, your story for all to see, all to see on the pages in-between. I am seeing all I could not see before, and I see a bright road ahead. So you play your hand, the same old hand you have always played. Me, well for me, I am going to cash in my chips and live.