Life as I know it will start to change pretty dramatically in the next two hours. The movers are coming! They are on their way up the mountain as I write. It is time for us to pack up our home. The movers will be my companions for the next three days! It will be a humbling experience and a lesson in trust to watch our lives being taken apart bit by bit, packed neatly into boxes, taped securely and labelled.
Movers, can you pack up my memories too? They are so many.... laughter, tears, laboring, birthing, midnight meetings with my babies at my breast, wildfire, evacuate, surprise visits from family, sleeping under the stars, friends holding me up when I couldn't do it for myself, snow, lots and lots of snow, burying the remains of our lost angels under a Shasta daisy, watering that daisy with tears, Little Guy, almost two years old finally taking his first steps, worrying that he never would, doctors, doctors, appointments, hospitals, pills and yet more pills, meals shared with special people around our table, a little girl singing "Mama chase me, come chase me", teaching, classrooms, children, singing, dancing, praying, loving... Treat them gently, pack them carefully, I don't want to lose them~not ever.
"Well, you will never run a marathon." Etty suffers from ongoing Sarcoidosis which is a chronic inflammatory disease that primarily involves the lungs. Niamh, her sister, likes to run and is going to run the Cork City Marathon on June 6th to raise funds for those suffering from chronic lung diseases. This blog will be a parallel account of their trials and tribulations in the coming months: the would-be marathoner; the mother-of-three moving home and struggling with serious, ongoing Sarcoidosis.
I just want to read this again and again and again.
ReplyDeleteTears her, Etty. Lots of tears.
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ReplyDeleteUnbelievable, I could read that all night. Really think you should have a photo and have this printed somewhere in the foreground, to the side, anywhere
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I'm not sure I follow, do you mean a photo of Etty?
ReplyDeleteNo you plug. A photo of the house or somewhere in the area, have the above printed somewhere on it like a poster.
ReplyDeleteThat dawned on me later ... much later!
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