I wrote the challenges for this event at least a month ago. And Beryl determined the order, so the fact that they are popping up on days that are significant to the challenge of the day is kinda creeping me out, in a muchness sorta way.
My friend’s daughter is in the hospital. She is 1.5 years old and a super sweet little girl. I went to visit today and was happy to see that, despite the very serious circumstances of her stay, she is in good spirits. Please say a little prayer for her that she can come home soon.
We were away two weeks ago when she was first admitted, and she’d expected to be home by now, but she isn’t yet, so yesterday I went out and bought some stuff to keep them busy and engaged during their long hospital days. I hadn’t planned to photograph it, but then todays challenge popped into my inbox. “Give someone a gift.”
I picked up that box, thinking of all the paperwork that accumulates and the stuff that is probably filling their room. They should have something Muchy to keep it in.
I also wanted to give my friend a Muchness Band but didn’t have time to pick the perfect quote. When I was leaving, I looked down at my bag and saw my own green Muchness band wrapped around the handle. I untied it and gave it to her. It was one of the very first Muchness Bands I’ve ever made and I’ve worn it a lot. I told her it was well-worn and well-loved and when she tied it on her wrist, she said “I’ll take whatever I can get” and actually breathed a small sign of relief. She told me that green is the color for heart health and Heart Chakra and I told her it was the color of healing. There is so little I can do to help her, but knowing that she feels a sense of comfort – small as it may be- from her Muchness Band touches me deeply.
The hospital where she is is the same hospital we went every week, at least once a week, for the twins. It is the place we felt most hopeful and it is also the place we ultimately lost them. In her room, I didn’t think much about it, but when I walked the hallways, signed in at the front desk, even collected my car from the valet, it was with a sense of deja vu. As I drove away I stopped at a red light and turned to my right. It was on that corner, Elie and I stood after learning our daughters fate. I’d cried on the corner as we waited for his dad to pick us up, not knowing what had happened. That corner. It’s like my life’s path pivoted on that corner.
Almost 3 years to the day.
I hate that I had a reason to go to that hospital today, but I feel close to the girls there and was grateful for the excuse.