We're nearing the year mark. Life was one way before and life is another since. As anniversaries will have you do, we have been remembering. Last night at the "after the movie discussion-eat-and-drink-time," Jed was asked, "Just how did this happen, anyway?" and "Were you unconscious?" among other questions of rememberance. So it all came back like a flash, the blood, the fear, the sirens, the EMTs, the lost keys, the "who should I call?," the skull bone, the knowing raised eyebrows, ...it all came back. ER is a very frightful place. There's puke, police, panic and prom dresses all within an eyes view. I had forgotten, but I remember now, the bathroom angel. I was deadpan. She looked at me and said, "Can I help?" From out of nowhere she comforted and prayed with me. I looked at her through tears and said, "Who are you?" She had flown in from Texas just that evening for a wedding tomorrow and ended up in ER with a friend. She assured me that Jed would be fine, walked out and I never saw her again. That kind of stuff has been happening for a year.
As terrible as this year has been, I can't say that it has been all bad. Jed and I have a stonger more trusting relationship than ever, our kids and family have surrounded us with love and support, we have become rich and wonderful friends with our care giver, we have been carried by our church and friends for months, and, even though we have lost our lifetime envestment, we have gradually climbed out, and are feeling somewhat like butterflies with wet wings, knowing that something wonderful is ahead of us, but fully aware that this is not yet the time.
Easter is a good time to think about what lies ahead and to look at the future with hope.