Today is the second anniversary of the first injury, the first incident, that threw my life into a tail-spin.
It’s been a long two years trying to navigate all the physical challenges that have popped up since then (as well as the mental & emotional challenge of my mother’s death last summer) but I’m happy to tell you I’m still here – and still kicking.
I’m grateful to all of you who called/texted/emailed/FB’d me, who allowed me to “couch-surf” at your homes, who fed and entertained me, who sent up prayers and messages of hope on my behalf, who supported me when things looked dark, who kept me from pitching off the deep end, who let me pet their dogs and cats. I can never put into words what it has meant to me to know you’re all out there, and to know we’re all connected somehow. It has kept me from wallowing in the funk that having a lack of family members who care about me, who want me in their lives, can drop me into. Instead of wishing for a phone call from my son or hoping my mother would allow me to be a part of her life, I’ve been blessed with friends who accept me like the family I never had… and will never have.
Once upon a time, I read somewhere that friends are the family you choose for yourself – and that’s certainly been the case for me.
I love you all ❤️
Your friendship is a two way street. I feel very fortunate to have been your friend. Still dealing with the withdrawal symptoms from the med I took following knee surgery. I certainly recommend a very thorough conversation for anyone on strong meds. I took decreasing amounts for just over a week, had no idea this would happen. Sitting here with my body “on fire”. Enjoy your continued journey northward. Looking forward to one of your hugs!
Lorna, I’ve long said that the important part of HUB was the people we were meeting and the connections we were making. I’m grateful to have met and connected with you and Charlie through that organization.
I’m sorry you’re having to deal with the aftermath of your knee replacement. I hope and pray that recovery begins speeding its way to you and continues quickly until you are 150% well and back dancing in the streets.
Be well, my friend ♡
Indeed it’s a two way street, how thankful that we your “extended” family have been chosen to share your ride we call life. 🙂
Hi Debbie! Isn’t life a hoot?! Who would have ever guessed back in 1970 that this is where we’d all end up 😀
There are probably more of us in your situation than any of us realize. Like you, Lois, my family and my wealth are in my friends. They each play unique roles in my life as they do in yours. As I always tell people I’ll do what i can to support them – use me, but don’t abuse me. And that’s how I deal with people. We’re all in this together and none of us will be getting out of it alive – so we might as well do all we can to help each other out.
Truer words have never been spoken, Ed. I’ve come to realize that wealth is indeed in the people we have in our lives and not in the things we collect(ed) along the way. Since we’re not getting out of this game alive, it’s a good day to die 😀