Thursday, August 12, 2010
Blanket of Love
I keep crying and I don't know why. I am not the one who lay broken on the rocks. I am not the one who has to lie in bed most of the day. I am not the one. But somehow I still cry. Empathy. Love. Two as one. It all plays into it. That and the little movie that rolls through my head of his accident. The one where I think I am a widow and don't know what to do. What do I do? And then when I saw his unmoving body with his eyes open, but nobody home, and I think , 'he won't like this'. Then, he was resurrected and almost whole, but cranky and yelling and not quite right. Worry invaded my head of what might be happening underneath his shell of skin and the visual of all that blood. All that blood! But now he is whole. Hallelujah! Broken but on the mend, and my walls of self protection slip and the tears fall and we sleep side by side with his good arm under my head, thankful to have each other and have this life with such a wonderful circle of family and friends lifting us up and covering us in their blanket of love. Amen.