Perhaps you know that I did
not drive for a year and gave up walking for exercise for even longer. I call
that time alone in my chair waiting for healing my sitting time. I did not know
if I would be able to be out and about on my own again, ever. Good news!
In the last two weeks, I drove nearly 1400 miles between Charlotte, Durham and
Wildacres Retreat Center. By myself with no other driver! This was a huge
accomplishment that calls for celebration. . . except there is more! Two weeks
ago our family added another precious child, a girl who has already touched my
heart and spirit. Her twin siblings and parents are thrilled to welcome her
into their family. As Bah, her grandmother, I marvel at her very presence
and her incredible power and strength. Watching her grow delights me
already.
Her great-grandfather spent
his last days with us last fall and died in mid October. He knew she was coming
and took comfort in the knowledge that the legacy of love he and his wife
created will continue and expand. His time with us was beautiful, sweet
and too short for us but just right for him. Hospice guided our last days
together. My office flooded on Thanksgiving, Christmas is a blur, our father’s
home sold in 8 days in January, February we cleaned out the house and sent the
family treasures to six homes in four towns in two states. In March we watched
movers bring furniture and household goods into our home and spent hours
integrating the family pieces with our own. Our granddaughter arrived in late April. So here I am in May, office now a
studio, new china cabinets to hold beloved antique dishes, driving on my own,
dreaming about a baby’s future and celebrating new life in every way.
