No One Had to Tell You
To sit with me before my first surgery so many years ago and help me understand I will forever be your little girl.
Your immediate reaction would be to jump in the car and drive across the desert to be by my side. Hearing from you every few days would be so important, especially to include “Exercise your brain hints.”
To come see me, regardless of the rules, because if you didn’t do it then, when would you have the chance?
To put your life on hold for a week, no questions asked, no future obligations. Created how to coordinate visits, share your love and laughter at a time it meant so much.
To sleep on the floor next to me until we could share our bed together again.
How much healing can take place through Mac-n-Cheese and green beans.
The comfort I took with me to treatment each day via the prayer shawl. How it would feel the love of so many at the same time would envelope me.
How prayers from people I know and those of who I have yet to meet would make such a difference. How cards and flowers and gifts would fill the emptiness that crept into our days.
The importance of helping me pack.
How much it meant to take me in when I had no home and to endure the howling of cats for 6 hours.
How tough it would to get me and my cats from Fresno to Spokane.
How amazing the weekly prayer call has become.
I love you my family and friends.
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