As you lie and rest so peacefully, I wonder how our days will go when we are home again. You are very independent, yet you need someone to pay attention to the little things around you. You want to do for yourself, yet you look for my face to interact when questions are asked. You have no idea how helpless you are. You have no idea the needs you have. Each new day is a challenge.
As I look out your hospital window, I see trees that are tall and strong, , then I see others that hang low with the heaviness of their branches and leaves. When the trees are pruned, they stand strong once again, having had heaviness lifted, continuing to provide beauty. Oh, that we could be pruned like the trees, to cut away that which causes heaviness to our being.
I see five tree trunks that have grown from one base. These five go off in different directions, some have more branches and the leaves are different colors, shapes, and sizes. All need their own space to receive the sunshine. We all come from a base, family who have nurtured us to maturity. We come together to the base for comfort and support.
Now is the time we come together to support the base. You, dear mother, are the base and we stand beside you. To be your support is challenging for all. You are fragile like a leaf dancing in the breeze, floating free, yet being guided by the whispers of time.
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ September 2012