Seems appropriate that right after the snowflake ball (a girl scout activity) we had a lot of snow flakes. 18 degrees and dropping, snow and glare ice, just closed the freeway again. I'm off to work, they only gave us a delayed opening.
I wanted to add something. This last week was really rough. It started with some events that triggered many of my lingering grief issues. Then I was dealing with them while my wife was out of town and we had one of those very rare times when grief hit us both at the same time (usually we are lucky enough to take turns so that we are able to comfort each other).
I had some dramatic hostility with a guest post I did for another blog -- it felt like people were being hostile just to score points without paying attention to what I was really saying (talking about my feelings and how it hit me, not about anyone's real motives). Of course the scheduling for the post and when I had to interact with it got moved so that it overlapped a time of intense personal grief and pain for me.
But then, but then, I got to sleep in the same bed and hear my wife breath, feel her presence. Saturday morning I've got a group of guys I spend some time with, an hour or so. Been doing that for a while (and, of course, I have my wife to thank for pointing them out to me and suggesting I join the group). I walked into the room and saw their faces. The last of the pain and frustration just melted away.
Seeing them, seeing my friends, after being able to just sleep in the same bed with my wife and just know that she was there, made my heart feel so very glad. It is hard to express.
Suddenly she smiled. I made sure to tell Heather the same thing yesterday. A wire transfer wasn't going to work right so my wife drove down to the bank, on two inches of ice (while I got ready to go into work since the office decided to open) to make a transfer between accounts in cash for Heather. She did that because Heather is important to us. I only told her about the details so she would realize that she was important enough for her mom to make sure that happened the right way.
But it is an important message, how important people are and that things are being done not because they've made themselves an inconvenience, not because they've resulted in sacrifice or discomfort for you, but because they are important enough that you are gladly doing things, be it getting up in time to meet with a bunch of guys drinking their coffee at 7:00 a.m. on a Saturday, or driving to the bank to make a transfer so things are not delayed, or dressing up for a girl scout activity.
Or staying awake to listen to someone breathe.