And one last thing before the sunset on Feb, 20, was I walked out in my yard and moved a clay pot that was covering some daffodil leaves fighting for sunlight. About 1/10 of the leaves were outside the pot's cover. They were green and healthy. The uncovered leaves were almost as long as the green neighbors. The leaves were a pale yellow being denied sunshine, the source of life giving chlorophyll.
Dinner with Gene and JohnRoger, a few last minute phone calls, the sanibath and bed filled the remainder of the night. The next morning I walked/limped into Mercy Hospital about 7 AM, Feb. 21. I entered a vacuum of self absorption.
|John, Edna & My Man Gene|
I can almost stand without aid on just my right leg. Probably could if I had someones permission but I do not want to mess up all the good work. Four more PT home sessions. Then onto outpatient therapy for as long as ins. chooses to pay or until I feel confident. And the pain is almost non existent, mostly just muscle stiffness.
|Momma cuddles new great granddaughter, Dec, 2011|
So I did what I still have the opportunity to do, I called my mommy. And we cried together about Aunt Sissy who was Mom's best friend before Daddy came into the picture. And I was cuddled in my Mom's arms once again.
|Momma, Aunt Sissy, Aunt Billie and |
Daddy, circa 1980's.
Gene returned from the funeral and brought chocolate. JR called in the evening. It is always a treat to hear his voice. And my Aunt Billie, sister to Aunt Sissy and Daddy, called checking on my knee progress. In the span of a few hours my spirit was lifted by my family. I let them do the lifting. That is hard for me, to let someone else carry the load.
|Coach John, 2011|
This morning I was making my first set of laps from my bedroom, across the living room, through the kitchen and back down the hall to my bedroom. I stopped at the window for just a moment. There in the middle of what only 2 weeks ago was a sad bunch of yellow daffodil leaves was an amazing thing. The leaves are now dark green which offset the new yellow daffodil bobbing in the wind.
The daffodil bulbs could not lift the pot from them. They needed me. I could not pull myself from the sadness of loss. I needed my family to lift the "pot" covering my soul. And without being asked, they lifted the pot and let the sunshine of their love flood over me. I feel the bud of hope returning to my soul.
And once again in my life love has lifted me.