Winding Down

I’m coming up on something of a milestone, little sweetheart. My physical therapy is winding down. They all think I’m doing very well and have made significant progress in the three months.

I’ve been going since July. I had to wait until my legs, which were so badly injured, had healed enough for me to begin rehabbing my shoulder. I’ve been going 3 times a week since then. But they’re finally about to “graduate” me next week.

In all of these challenges this year, little sweetheart - waking up in the ER, dying for 10 minutes, the long recovery - I’ve felt that it was only because of you having planted seeds inside me that I could find the strength to keep going. You, from your celestial vantage and dear dear Sylvia, who has been my earthly advocate along with your wonderful parents.

In all, I’m very grateful and seek to know what I’m meant to do as I remain on this side of the divide. I know there’s a reason and I’ll try to quiet myself and listen for your instruction and guidance.

The PT has become such a part of my life. The staff are skilled and filled with kindness. It’s a beautiful place, really, being in the company of others wounded, vulnerable and trying their best to recover. It’s often so very moving. Knowing your own history of such struggles, I feel even ever closer.

Given how much it’s been a part of my life, Sylvia asks what am I going to do with all the time. Find ways to be kind, I think. Do my work, our work. And, like you yourself, my glorious angel, give love and gratitude.

With all my love forever.