Yesterday, I heard a whippoorwill calling from the woods when I stepped outside at 5 am to let the cat out of the basement. I was reminded that my friend Naomi never enjoys hearing the whippoorwill because she associated their song with the emotional state she was in after her husband was critically injured in an industrial accident and they did not know if he would life or die. He lived.
Yesterday, I saw a scissor-tailed flycatcher fly up to a power line alongside the road as I drove our boy to the emergency department. They are not common here, so that was a joy.
Yesterday, I heard a doctor say the words “abscess or tumor with some bleeding, 4-cm area at the top of his head...” Time seemed to slow down and just stop. I forgot to breathe. Was my heart still beating? I guess it was.
Yesterday, the EMT supervisor in the ER who explained the things our boy was supposed to do until we see the neurologist took our boy’s hand as we were leaving and said, “I will pray for you.”
Yesterday, while we were waiting in WalMart to pick up the drugs he was prescribed, I saw a lovely woman I had just met the day before at singing we had at church. She sang a beautiful song in her beautiful voice. She asked me how I was, and I started to tell her, and then began to cry. She put her arm around me and gave me a hug. “I will pray for you,” she said. And then a little while later, while we were still waiting for our medicine, she came and sat next to me on the pharmacy bench and she did pray for us.
Yesterday evening, just as I was getting ready to stop what I was doing on the computer, the cat leaped up to my computer area and knocked over my coffee, which spilled all over my keyboard.
Yesterday evening, as we were getting ready for bed, a beautiful, pale-green luna moth arrived at the storm door and began fluttering against the glass, trying to get to the light beyond. We closed the door so it would fly off and go about its short life.