My dad is doing better. Can we take a breath?
The skies are cloudy and gray outside. A few minutes ago I could hear the rain pattering against the upstairs window panes. I've been up here playing with the little boys. We are having a slow, quiet morning. I'm still in my pajamas--the wonder woman nightshirt from Lake Powell.
Despite the gray skies, the world is looking a bit brighter today. Dad is feeling more stable, I think. They are talking about sending him to rehab so that he can regain his strength before heading home. Earlier when I was updating Emma about Grandpa, she said, very sincerely, "Maybe they should keep Grandpa in the hospital for like a whole YEAR just to make sure he's going to be okay before they send him home!" It was funny. I'm sure my mom and dad would want to rip their hair out if it lasted a year! I'm just so thankful we are still talking of future things at all! This emotional roller coaster has been crazy! One minute I'm crying because I think we might lose my dad, the next I'm so happy that he's doing better. I just never know what to think. Cautiously optimistic is the right word for it.
Last night Mexico had an 8.0 earthquake. Fires are raging across the country. Hurricane Irma is bearing down on Florida after absolutely devastating many Caribbean islands. St Martin reported 95% of the island was destroyed. I think we stopped here on our cruise when I was a teenager!?! 95%?!!? Wow. People are still reeling from Hurricane Harvey which absolutely swamped Houston. And now Miami is expected to be totally swamped as well.
And you wanna know the good thing? There are so many people stepping up and helping each other. So many people are risking their lives for each other, for neighbors they hardly know. There has been so much love and goodness shared. I read of one young LDS mother sitting in a neighbor's house, a neighbor she'd barely ever spoken to, in the wee hours of the morning, knowing that her house lower on the street was flooding, and trying to rock her 1 year old baby, who had been awake all morning. Then an old lady, who lived on the same street but even lower than this young mother--her house was completely lost, took over the rocking of the baby. They were neighbors but they'd barely met and they were united in this tragedy. I just imagine them sitting in the dark at four in the morning. Neither was able to sleep. They were both sick with worry and grief, and the old lady, having lost everything, offers to take a turn with the distraught baby. Humans are beautiful and incredible if they want to be.
And I'm reminded that there are far more good people than bad. May God bless us all.
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