The Storm Will Pass
Remember it, always
Yesterday, we had a mammoth storm in Salt Lake. Driving was treacherous. I had a couple of friends that barely missed an avalanche as they were coming home from Snowbird.1
Today, it’s a glorious bluebird day.
Last year, in a post entitled “Chose Hope”2 I wrote about my brave, beautiful daffodils. I promise, we are stronger than a bulb. Yet, so many forget our strength, or lose hope.
Two weeks ago, a woman from one of my groups left me a voice mail, she was entering hospice soon. I was humbled, sobered, and touched. She wasn’t one I knew well, but she reached out.
She had some serious health issues, I’m not sure if it’s another calamity of Adverse childhood experiences, but she had it tough. She seemed to have a negative perspective, caustic, and blamed many. I tried to be patient with her, and listen. I never placated her with adages about “look at the bright side.” But, I so longed for her to find some reprieve.
I returned this woman’s call. I was able to talk to her. She was highly doped up, on morphine. I got her address and made arrangements to visit her last weekend.
She died before I could see her.
About 12 years ago, The 5 Browns were performing at Utah State University. It was soon after their father had been indicated for sexual abuse of his daughters. One of the brother’s stood up at the concert and sang, “Fix You” to his sisters. I wept for them.
I longed to “fix” this friend. No one can fix another. And, the wounds really suck. It’s not fair.
I found a BBC recording of Coldplay singing, “Fix You” to Michael J. Fox. There are some things that are lost that can’t be replaced.
To my beloved survivors, please know, things can’t be replaced and erased. But, you can build a beautiful, authentic, fulfilling life. I promise.
Choose hope:
Choose Hope
Wednesday, February 28, 2024 the first daffodil in my yard bloomed. My heart leapt as I saw the once brown bulb swaying in the afternoon sun. I paused and honored the brave blossom doing what it’s supposed to do.