What a week. Oy vey is right. Sometimes children can boil it down to the truth of the thing best of all.
This song was playing on the radio, in the car, both on the way to Toronto and on the way home after. Each with a difference of a day and a half and a lot of hope and fear. That was one of the worst days of my life.
I couldn’t think, like all the words and thoughts I’ve ever had, all the fear and it couldn’t all fit through, getting stuck in a narrow pathway of reality.
For my one and only younger brother’s existence. Getting right to the point this week.
For the quick thinking and decision to get him help after he fell.
I’m just so glad he wasn’t alone. He really does have some loyal friends.
Okay, so no more sedation please, but sometimes a sense of humour can defuse even the toughest of situations.
For Canada’s healthcare system and hospitals, specifically CT scans.
For my older brother’s family Christmas lights and decorations.
I just stood and stared at their tree and I felt a bit less afraid.
For the stuffed Christmas puppy I discovered, from my grandmother to her great grandchild, which I proceeded to cling to all night long, finding comfort like a child would their favourite toy.
For my niece’s bright mind and ever expanding vocabulary of words and ideas.
Her questions and intelligence keeps us all on our toes. I was glad to get to talk to her and just listen, being able to surprise her with a rare and unexpected overnight visit.
For the meeting of new and interesting people, quick support and wise words.
Sometimes it can be an alright thing to have a roommate while in hospital. They cared about my brother and us, and throughout to keep checking up on us, even when they were moved to another room.
For the high pitched chatter of my nephew to make me smile.
For the imagination of my nephew and for the chance to be Cookie Monster for a few moments.
For the generosity of my brother and his wife, to offer me shelter and warmth and a comfortable couch.
What a way to both begin and end a week.
For the brother I’ve always known. My fear was that he might be lost in there, gone somewhere I could not follow.
There you go. There’s a bonus thankful because I can, because things could always be worse, and because I can write and hopefully I am on my way to a bit of peace and being able to think straight once more.
Several times this week, a frozen river to glide along, this wouldn’t have been unwanted. Sounds peaceful anyway.