Some days I look in and see business as usual.
It’s been a month now since the new year & the accident. . . and on January 31 at 11:59 I was up with this girl and realized February 1 was seconds away, I sang to her parts of that song of the new year.
and said, “Happy New Year Baby”
“yeah, we needed a total redo on that one.” we both said at the same time
She gave me that half smile and said, “Yeah.”
there is something serial about being in ICU with your child hanging on to dear life, hearing: the count down, New Year song, friendly well wishes for the year to come, all in the background, popping champagne. Holding her hand, whispering, “you made it baby. . . 2015 was a good year because, you made it.” Thank God
and so now here we are a month later home and recovering.
and here is the news on our girl . . .this girl everyone took on as their own.
She is showering by herself these days. . . a total big deal. The mouth, the lazy eye: all slowly turning up ward, showing signs of improvement each passing day.
the neck brace
She still walks with a cane . . . Aunt Joan’s cane
who died yesterday because of cancer.
We will miss everything about that wonderful aunt who wore my father’s face and loved so deeply.
Rest in Peace Aunt Joanie . . . rest in peace.
tears for someone lost. . . means we love so deeply
listening to rain beating down hard while we are tucked safe inside
meals being brought with love
good coffee in early morning
even though the rain means no work & the self employed must readjust . . . I like him home spending time
a safe trip & return to Atlanta for the philosopher and fisherman
a good biopsy report to check and recheck the heart
people who love. . . always praying for this girl