I’m a little embarrassed by the responses to yesterday’s post about R and me. I really and truly didn’t write that so people would think, “Wow, she’s so nice to be there for him.” I absolutely appreciate those sentiments but I guess what I wish I’d conveyed was ………
I rely on humor to get me through the tough times because even though I couldn’t laugh out loud, my epiphany helped me feel an expansion and lightness within that carried me though the rest of the visit and
it’s relatively (pun intended) easy to stand by someone you’re not related to because there isn’t all that emotional baggage from years and years of miscommunication and hurt feelings, and
if you’re looking for a hero in all this I’d nominate R’s new neighbors who were there when I arrived yesterday; a young woman with her two bright and funny toddlers playing on the other hospital bed (because while Zebu and Wildebeest are happy to deliver groceries or shovel R’s sidewalk, there’s no way they’d agree to visiting him in the hospital and no way I’d ask them to do that), and
even though R had a really bad day yesterday he was calm and relaxed on Tuesday, and I coaxed the ghost of a smile from him.
So the bottom line is that right now he’s clean and safe, and people are keeping an eye on him. Thank you for all the good wishes you’re sending R’s way.
Here’s wishing everyone a wonderful weekend.