A day for remembering. A day for cherishing. A day for gratitude for the memories, the love, the laughter and the tears. God Bless not only all those here with us but also those gone, missed and still loved, honoring and holding them forever in our hearts.
I’ve done a lot of reading to help understand the meaning of my experiences with Josh. Some, in fact many, are about reincarnation, some about healing after the loss, much about the spirituality experience that I have grown to accept and celebrate. These have been the most helpful and emotionally supportive while attempting to move forward in life and gain an understanding of why things happen as they do.
I’m not going to say any of it was easy. My life throughout the past 20-some years has been an ever-evolving process of mind and spirit. Challenging, but well worth the effort, as I have learned to accept my personal history and be grateful for all that has unfolded. Yes, all, good, bad, and everything in between because I believe there are lessons in our experiences. The challenge is just to recognize them.
It seems pretty silly to be excited about playing golf, but at this point, it is fantastic freedom. Last week my partner (in two different golf leagues) and I wanted to play a practice rounds (practicing both golf and Social Distancing). The weather, however, was very uncooperative, being in the low 40’s (and probably 5 degrees colder way up on the hill course) and accumulating some snow overnight. We opted out for both days. For me, cold can be only so much fun when golfing. My most comfortable cold is about 66 degrees. So much for last week’s foray into freedom!
So, back to F-R-E-E-D-O-M. What we used to consider regular, everyday life now seems a rare gift. How will we interact in the future? Will we be distrustful, wondering who is carrying an illness that could possibly sicken or kill us? Will we ever again be comfortable to hug each other again? Will we experience freedom from worry, be as carefree and trusting as we once were a few short months ago?
I’ve just now realized that we have taken so much for granted. My husband and I used to do “Friday night Dinner & a Movie” – during non-golf season. Even back then we unknowingly practiced Social Distancing, as we went for the matinee: sometimes there were as many as six of us in the theater at 4:30 p.m. This would get us out of the theater and into our choice of a restaurant before most of the crowd arrived. We could then arrive back home before eight o’clock and fall asleep in front of the TV before nine. Hmm…are we getting old?
Well, the point is, what will we be doing in the future as we wait for the “Second Wave”? Have friends in, instead of going out? But only after we take their temperature out in the driveway? Sorry, a little sarcasm there. How are our freedoms being affected, at least for the wiser of us? Yes, I suspect our way of life will change and perhaps not so subtly or temporarily.
Freedom may just take on a slightly different meaning. Again, this will be a reinventing of ourselves and our environment. I’ll tell you what, I’m so glad I’m not 25. What a strange world these people are going to have to monitor for decades to come. Will it eventually settle into something do-able for everyone? And our parents thought it was bad back in the 50’s and 60’s? My goodness, what would they be thinking now?
As I sit here at my keyboard this beautiful sunny morning, I see a normal Spring day outside my window. I wear earphones as I listen to “God’s Healing Frequencies” on YouTube. The neighborhood seems so green and beautiful, yet strangely barren to me. It makes me wonder what it was like for my mom and her family all those years ago, going through the Great Depression. Was her world a lonely, sad and angry place then? How did that change the population as a whole?
The wait for transplant was a very difficult and emotional phase of our experience. It began in August of 1994 with one of our regular Pulmonary Clinic recheck appointments. This was when we learned that the transplant could wait no longer. Josh was running out of time and time was not on our side when it came to waiting for a donor. The wait for lungs, we were told, could be up to two years.
Welcome. My name is Debbie Sumner, author of Taming Josh’s Dragon: A mother’s tale of a life too brief. I’m so happy to have you as a visitor to my blog about my new book. This project is very special to me, and I hope to share some of that excitement with you here.
I’ll be using this blog to interact with you about Taming Josh’s Dragon: A mother’s tale of a life too brief, expanding on some of the topics in it and blogging on some of the ideas related to my book. This is a great place for you to get to know me, and I’m looking forward to getting to know you, too. What did you think of Taming Josh’s Dragon: A mother’s tale of a life too brief? What questions do you have for me? How do you relate to my book?
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