Traveling with a feisty older brother means curve balls ricochet within each day’s plan. The trip brims with leadership bids proven ineffective over an old GPS afflicted with electronic Alzheimer’s. It refuses to register its location.
The hardiness of both sisters shone beyond expectation. The sibling who underwent lumpectomy surgery greeted and visited as though the procedure had been done the week before. With her son and daughter joining the visit, we left her tired and blissful.
Two days later, our oldest sister greeted us with unexpected enthusiasm and clarity. Immediate recognition, big hugs and a welcome “airing” outside in the gorgeous sunlit morning reassured us of our sister’s improvement. Though she’s adamant about returning home, all of us know that her safety and quality of life will be sustained with competent staff in her new residence of well appointed care.
Concerns have been overridden with the strength of familiar voices, an abundance of healing familiarity and the seal of family humour.
Thanks, everyone, for all the good wishes, prayers and positive thoughts. You added a healing agent to their lives.
We topped the serving of family love when we visited and shared dinner with our brother and his family. He and I are the two youngest. It’s been a long time since a hug meant as much as the one I shared with this brother. We may not connect as often as many families, but the depth and quality of this familial recharge will be life-sustaining for me.
As my older brother knelt on the ground to tidy the simple granite marker for our parents’ ashes, I envisioned Mom and Dad looking at one another and saying, “We didn’t do such a bad job.”
The hotel’s WiFi is grouchy. It keeps cutting out when I attempt to add more photos.
Have to send this for now.
I miss you, all your news and your goings-on.
Love to all of you.