My mind has been elsewhere because my mother went out to get the Sunday paper and fell, resulting in a serious head injury. She required neurosurgery and has been comatose since, so I headed north to see what I can do to help.
My parents have always been exceptionally close, so this is as hard, if not harder on my father.
Every family goes through these challenges. We lose the ones we love. We may lose them for days or weeks to an illness or perhaps a deployment or we may lose them to death. The price of love is the absence we feel when we lose those we love for even a little while.
On the other hand, love is something we all seek and cherish. It is truly a great gift from God perhaps better described as a tiny glimpse of God’s presence and love for us.
My nephew, when he visited her in the hospital kept saying, “But she just fell!” Just falling doesn’t seem like it would be serious, especially when we’re young. Having worked in healthcare for many years, I know that sometimes the outcome seems disporportionate to the trauma, but when it’s someone in your own family, it seems just that much more incredible.
I actually have several articles already written, but they’re on my desktop computer back home while I’m using my laptop in Toledo. In the meantime, I appreciate your patience and I’ll take all the prayers that are offered.