Last night Erika brought food over to a family. Erika had worked with a woman,the woman was her classroom aide. Last week we had received the news that the woman had died. She was kind of sickly,but not anything that had made it's way through our community. So sad. She had a daughter that was Miles' age; a girl who had filled me with great joy when I watched her perform in plays with Miles.
Years of course pass and the daughter became more interested in skipping school and hanging with her boyfriend…not so uncommon,but a representation of kids growing and changing. Miles has changed in many ways…he came out two years ago, he has become fashion oriented, but he remains his same beautiful self. Here is where we are lucky.
Erika came down from the food bringing and was a little fragile. We went to a good meal,at our local family owned italian place and we sat quietly with out cheese and bread. Silence sometimes is enough.
We are lucky there too.
Today I have a very sore leg,and am certainly in touch with my fragile health. Time is short and could end with a breath like it did for Erika's classroom aide….Sometimes I feel like it is raining in my head,and I wonder who will stop it.
The way I can stop it is by understanding how lucky I am….revisit that everyday. Take the sore leg for what it is and move ,slowly,forward.
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