If living with COVID-19 has taught us anything, it’s to be kind and care – especially with the broken and most vulnerable among us.
The Road We Choose
We are hopeful though, hopeful that we will find a way to drive down this road without all the obstacles and signposts that keep us distracted from the real issues at hand. It never ends, does it? It will go on forever and we will be lucky to have been a part of it; part of the road less travelled.
Loss
Perhaps over time I will be able to put this little ball of grief somewhere, store it in a grief drawer or bury it in my back yard with my phlox and roses and dahlias. Maybe there, the grief will lie in hope that it will grow into something, perhaps even into joy.
A Heart and Soul Christmas
Standing by your principles – even if it doesn’t work out – can still give your struggles meaning.
Go Ahead – Toot Your Own Horn
That fabulously awkward moment when you realize there’s more truth than fallacy in a statement of perceived self-growth.
What’s Next?
Knock on wood, so far there has not been a ‘what next’ in at least a month. So we are more than grateful for that. He saw his surgeon recently and he took an x-ray of my husband’s lungs – it was an all-clear. He saw his oncologist too and will not see him again until October.
Restore Someone Else’s Faith in Humanity by Giving Back
There are many ways to pay it forward and cheer up someone else’s day. Here are a few of them.
The Best of Times
Leaving, I felt the awesome power of joy and love that defined his life – with none of the transitory, smoky mirrors of “stardom.” Suddenly, the gift he was giving us hit home: all things must pass; but, we’re still here. If there’s any good we can do, let it be now. Keep the music going!
Who Knew?
Cancer treatments have come a long way, or so I am told. I am not so sure this is true. I see a tremendous difference in my husband’s energy level and in his strength. It used to be me that was always trying to catch up to him, but not anymore.
Teaching Within Bill 21
Then my mind drifted to many years ago; to a student, wearing a hijab, writing in my class. Did she want to be a teacher, a police officer, a judge? I thought about where her life may have taken her and suddenly, as if with a new reality in my life as a teacher, it hit me.
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