Okay, we had a good early dinner and I had some wine, and Steve had a beer, but I think you know what I mean. There is a place where gratitude overflows.
We all agree that if you are going to be in a hospital Marin General is the place to be. Absolutely every interaction was one of presence, humor, love, and care.
Steve had a lovely roommate, Chris. We will have dinner with him and his wife Tara, when Chris gets out. It is like you become the best of friends, and oddly, Chris and Steve are as alike, will you excuse me for a cliche, as two peas in a pod. How did they get matched up? How do we get matched up with those we love, like here we are, you and me? How does this happen, this connection so clearly one of love?
Anyway, Steve is home.
I am happy. The weight on my chest dissolved when we walked, yes, walked, out of the hospital and out to Jeff's car.
Another positive in this is my time with our sons, Jeff and Chris. I am grateful for the time I've had with them, and when you are in this situation, conversation is "real", and experiences are noted. Jeff saw an egret eat a salt marsh harvest mouse. We both saw a pelican catch a fish. We are awake, and we are so grateful that I feel my heart as fountain, graced in flow.
Thank you all for being here for me/us, and is there any difference between you and me and us? I don't think so. We share the air, and my breath in, and out, is yours. Okay, some of you are a little further away, so it takes some time, but Susan, come on, I've been in Kentfield for three days.
Blessings to us all.
I am so grateful I can not say, but tears of joy fall, and fall, and fall.