Last night at our neighborhood swim meet, I talked with several people…………..
One family whose daughter just had her 2nd heart surgery. She is 6 months old. She has one more surgery to go.
Another family is recently divorced. Augh on so many levels.
Another mom just had a hysterectomy. Her daughter was sad she could not be there. Her other daughter passed away very unexpectedly just a few months ago.
Another mom walked by crying. I have no idea why. She was smiling later. But not her normal, full-faced smile.
Another family’s grandfather just had his surgery delayed for the 3rd time because he has an infection in his toe. This surgery is to put a shunt in his brain. He likely needs to have that surgery sooner than later.
Another family is waiting for news.
You never really know the burden someone is bearing. How their hearts are bending and breaking and trying to mend.
As I sat with one family, we talked about how we take for granted living in the same house with our family. How we just assume that we will always be together under the same roof. That we will wake up and eat breakfast at the same table. Whether it is a hospital stay or a business trip or even a simple sleepover with friends, there are nights we will spend apart.
I am looking forward to getting my family all back together under one roof. It’s been too long.