hospital bed in intense color with parking lot below
Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans. (John Lennon)
Spaghetti with homemade sauce, salad, a special bread, and tapioca for dinner. The pudding is the kind that sticks to the bottom of the pan, not the pre-packaged stuff that requires no more than the opening of a plastic lid. I wanted to make something special for my husband. A just because.
My timing could have been better.
“I’m feeling a little queasy,” he says after eating a much smaller quantity than usual.
Somehow queasy is understated. By the next day he is dehydrated enough to pass out at the emergency room entrance. As his inadequate support I go down with him.
The crisis ends. One healed moment at a time.
And I sit at the computer knowing life is not mine to control. I can give. I can look a homeless person in the face and offer food or money, listen to a friend when I would rather open a book or take a nap. Act or React.
Perhaps all I can do sometimes is have a vague outline for the week and an open heart.
Right now, I have plans to learn to be more flexible, “with a little help from my friends.”
Thanks to all my friends who gave more than a little help.
