Yesterday, in an effort to cure my cabin fever, I decided to run around in the snowy woods with an old friend and a new friend all afternoon. So I was in a cave...literally, in a cave...when my grandmother had a heart attack, and I missed multiple phone calls of varying urgency from family members. When I came back into town and they were finally able to reach me, I met my parents and my sister and brother in the hospital cardiac cath lab waiting room.
After they moved my grandma out of recovery and into a room in the ICU, I stood by her bed, making dumb jokes about the terrible decor and watched while they hooked and unhooked wires and tubes and pumps and electro-sticky-tabs from her tired, slight body. Then I had to leave her there, because they had to remove a pressure device from her artery, and I would have been in the way.
So I went to the store to buy eggs. On the way there, I was rear-ended. The lady that hit me said she was very sorry. I got her phone number, but I don't think I will ever call her. It's barely a scratch. I bought my eggs and went home and watched my friend make brownies in my kitchen, since I don't really like to make brownies. And I drank coffee while another friend tuned my guitar, since I'm not very good at tuning my guitar. And when it was tuned, I hummed harmonies while my friends played my bongos (I'm not so hot at the bongos, either) and my guitar and my tambourine and it made beautiful tribal-sounding worship music.
After they left, a different friend called to tell me a funny story about his blind date and an almost funny joke that I can't remember at all. And my mom called to tell me that my Grandma was already looking better than she had looked when I saw her. Then I crawled in bed under my down comforter (God bless the man that invented down comforters) lined my face up just right with the slanty slice of moonlight pouring across my pillows and prayed for my Grandma. I prayed that she would heal up fast and not have any complications, but mostly I prayed that she would know how valuable she is, and how loved she is, and how much grace is still to be had in life, just when it seems we must have used it all up.
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