I am thinking of all of you often. My family is staying strong and trying to keep the humour despite continual challenges of life, such as my broken arm, my son's whiplash and just a week ago one of my daughter's fractured a vertebrae snowboarding. Thankfully there was no spinal cord damage. Ironically Shannon is an orthopedic nurse and ended up on her own ward. Tamia, my youngest daughter, has headed to Kelowna to go pick her sister up (with a bed made in the back of my GMC Jimmy). She will be bringing her home to me for awhile, so it will be the broken arm mom looking after the broken back kid!
I have been blessed with the help and support of neighbours and co-workers. Tamia tells me that my broken arm has allowed me to accept help instead of trying to do it all! Really hard to snowblow or shovel with one arm! Those out there widowed and living on their own, will know the challenges!
I will at some point be able to physically, (getting better at one armed typing, though) and mentally return to the board more often.
Oh my, this is much more than a thought!
Here is something to think about:-
“No one cries very much unless something of real worth is lost. Tears are the jewels of remembrance – sad, but glistening with the beauty of the past.” - James Peterson
Lainy and Jen (and all other believers), I continue to get signs from Doug; like a couple of occasions when I felt "the cat" crawling in bed with me to find no cat at all, dimes in funny locations, turned off lights turned back on and twice recently finding the toilet seat up in the morning! But my dear Shanny while lying in her hospital bed reached for her phone to text a friend and Doug's picture was displaying. She said that picture is in her phone but she has to go into her pictures to bring it up. He was there to tell her he is with her and she will be okay! And so will I, a day at a time. Hugs to all
Loving my husband from afar.