We have been blessed the past 6 months with lots of visitors. That is particularly joyful as there had to be planned intention to get here. Once here you are 'somewhere', but until you get here you are 'nowhere'. It is a flight in a puddle hopper or a drive through mountain passes, sometimes traveling alongside death cliffs. Intention. You have to want to be here.
Having so much family visit recently has been such a delight. After our 'trip from hell' trying to get to Vermont in June, the visits have soothed us, bringing a bit of family love to our far from anywhere home. Just this weekend, Russ' daughter Joan ventured to this ruggedly wild part of the country; no small feat. Air flight will get you within 4 hours, but the last leg is on a small, tight, often turbulent plane, flying into our tiny airport with one gate.
Sharing that with Joan the last couple of days has gifted both of us. I believe her visit has also helped her to see we are cared for and have options for Russ' care. Our last few weeks have kicked us all in the head, trying to grapple with the doctor ordered need to prepare. Of course we knew, intellectually, that we needed a plan. And yes, we have made that plan. But to suddenly be deep in conversation with doctors, nurses and social workers shifts the conversation from our personal court to more of a family/friend/church/medical court.
After some careful musing and conversation, along with Joan's visit, we feel more prepared, Having people reach out is HUGE. The touch stone of connection makes each day a happier day. Knowing we have people thinking about Russ and connecting is pure medicine. Joan's visit was supercharged; the extended, time release formula.
And of course as the commercial says, 'I'll leave the porch light on and the key under the mat. You are always welcome.