I am really grateful for the notes and thoughts and prayers. The internet can be an icky place. This, at least, isn’t.
In the rote, the procedural, you do not witness a lot of love. It tampers, I think, our celebration. You cannot dance to a song you are not hearing. I am in the waiting room of Mount Sinai, where I have been since this morning. This morning the room was chock full. But surgery comes in waves, and it takes some out and others in, while those of us who came a low tide must wait for low tide again before we pull up. So. A time lapse of this group. Standing sitting pacing phone chatting laying bathroom. A day spent in and on love for our families, in whatever form that takes.
It is a pleasure amidst the mud of waiting to witness the kindness and the prayer. It is the hug of commonality.
The chorus of “It should not take THIS for us to appreciate THAT” comes from the eldest of folk songs. I prefer to note that there is a higher us.
Thank you for your thoughts and prayers. They are riptides that change the direction of things.