Sunday, February 27, 2011

comes the sun

I keep a notebook by my bed. A big, chunky spiral one. Each night before I go to sleep, I write down, in list form, what was good for the day.

Some days the list is long. Some days, it's shorter.

Some days there are big things, like "my niece was born" or "saw U2 in concert."

Some days, the list contains minor things, like "sweet potato pear soup at my favorite cafe" or "good hair day."

But lately, it's been difficult to make a list at all. These past few months... They've been hard.

Some days lately I just write "breathing." Because, if nothing else, all day long, I was breathing.

And I was thinking this morning that I am really ready for February to be over, because it really has sucked.

But when I walked in the door from my run, Hubby says that my sister is on the answering machine and wants me to call her. So I play the message. "Call me right away when you get this." And I know that something is wrong.

So I call.

And she says that Dad was in an accident. He's four states away. The car is totaled. He is fine.

I didn't really, fully start breathing again until I talked to him a few hours later. Heard his voice. Four states away. Very sore. Not going to be home for a few more days. But fine.

And the world snapped into perspective.

It has, in fact, been a long, cold, lonely winter.

But it's alright.

Tonight I get to list that I am breathing. And that my Dad is breathing, too.

6 comments:

Jade said...

Oh hon. I am so glad your Dad is okay, though I'm so sorry to hear he had such an accident. I hope his recovery (both physical and otherwise) is very quick. I'm glad you felt it gave you perspective, helped you see a bigger picture...though I'm sorry it had to come in that kind of a package. And I love how you ended this post.

And it makes me want to share this with the kids at SOLD. I'm trying to teach them how to journal...and also how to see their lives with a new lens.

Corinne said...

Breath...
The breath is so important.
So glad your dad is breathing...

Kirsten said...

I'm so glad that he's okay. Those messages royally suck.

I'm thankful that you are both breathing. ((hugs))

Bacardi Mama said...

It really does put things in perspective. Life isn't just a "me" thing. It's a "we" thing. Can't wait to get my hands on him and see that he is okay for myself. Love you.

Lyndsay said...

So glad he's okay. Only 13.5 more hours and February is over. I hope March renews you!

InTheFastLane said...

I am soooo glad that he is ok. I hope he is home now?