As I type this, my children finally stopped screaming...er playing... and are napping, I am awaiting 4:00 so that I can take myself to the doctor because I have been achy and hacking up tiny submarines for a week, my house is thrashed- complete with broken glass on the floor because a picture fell and broke, and my uncle is being transferred to another hospital so that he can undergo the surgical insertion of an LVAD (left ventricular assist device) as the result of two massive heart attacks that happened less than 48 hours ago when he was assisting his son with coaching a junior high girls basketball game.
I'd love to tell you about how I've been spending my time pondering the wonders of my little world, things like: what book should I read next and should I cut bangs again and what should I make for dinner and how do I get Thing 1 to recognize Thanksgiving as an actual holiday on its own and not just something that we have to endure until Christmas arrives? But the thing is, I can't. I can't find the funny because my heart is too heavy with worry for my uncle and his fight for his life. My soul weeps for his wife, my sweet and wonderful aunt, as she waits and watches, powerless and afraid. My strength fails me as I think about my three strong, independent cousins who are seeing their intense, tough as nails dad struggle to survive. I can't be funny today, and I can't whine about my own life because it is mine and I am free to live it at the moment. Not in a hospital, not in a state of chemical paralysis, not in a confused fog caused by a major trauma, but any way I please. And I am truly thankful for that.
Please send your prayers, good vibes, positive and healing thoughts to my uncle and his family. He is a pillar of his community, and devoted husband, father, grandfather, brother, son, uncle, cousin and coach. He is loved by many, especially his family. Let his life be long so that love can continue to grow and flourish.
Life is precious. Treasure it.
I love you all.
Peace and Love,