I spent the last two days home sick. For the record, I am terrible at staying home sick. I get frustrated when I don’t feel well enough to do anything. I couldn’t even read. So I slept. And watched terrible TV. And talked to the dogs. And counted down the minutes until my Mom or Casey got home from work and I would have someone to talk to.
Today at work, the alarm was going off all day. All day there was a muted “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” sound. And at about 4pm the repair person came and shut it off. And it was quiet. I hadn’t even realized how much noise was there until it wasn’t there anymore. Isn’t that always the way though? As the saying goes, you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. You don’t know how loud something is in your life until it’s quiet- until something is gone. I love our lives here, but sometimes the absence of my best friend, my person- is deafening.Especially in the quiet.
Tomorrow will mark 3 years since Casey had the stroke. 3 years that were never promised to me, but I’m so grateful that we’ve had. We will celebrate, because we have so much to be thankful for.
Saturday, we will walk in a “Making Strides for Breast Cancer” 5k, and know that it has been over a decade now that my Mom has been “no evidence of disease.” Cancer-free. And we will celebrate, because there is so much to be thankful for.
That’s life- the ups and downs and all arounds. Thankful, grateful, and everything in between. What a great ride it is, isn’t it?