Last night at work encompassed many of both the worst, and most beautiful things about my job. The little guy I've been working with the past 6-ish weeks lost the battle with his illness and has moved beyond this life.
It is never ok, or fair, or good, or easy. It should not be.
Yet these things do happen. That's the worst.
Love is still beautiful. The love the parents have for this child makes their pain bigger, and also more beautiful. Their ability to actually go through this with dignity is beautiful and inspiring. The strength and fight in this little child, amazing. What an honor to be a part of his life. I am grateful to know this family and their beautiful love. Humbled and honored that they entrusted their child to my care and allowed me to be a part of their lives in this time.
Hug your family. Hug your friends. Heck, hug a stranger. Keep the love and care out there in the world, because we all need it. Take care of each-other.
And if you raise a toast today, raise it in honor of a little man who fought hard and is now free of pain.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Monday, August 20, 2012
Scenes from Childhood
There are few things that take me back so vividly into childhood memories as summer nights. Sitting on my couch, cool breeze drifting through a dimly lit room. Outside sounds of the day dying down, not much traffic now. Closing my eyes I am transported to another time.
Growing up in the northwest we cherished those warm summer days, and the soft evenings that followed. Relaxed and slow, relishing the beauty. Cooling off with open windows, noisy fan, and glass of water. Lights turned low to keep it cool. The scent of freshly-wattered lawn from next-door.
In our house summers meant Mariners games on the radio. We might not all be in the same room, but there was a sense of camaraderie as we listened and rooted for the home team. Coloring, folding laundry, or falling asleep to the voices of Dave Niehaus and Rick Rizzs; "To the back, to the wall, it's outa-here!" I can almost still hear them today. "MY OH MY, Goodbye baseball!"
What are your favorite summer memories from childhood?
Growing up in the northwest we cherished those warm summer days, and the soft evenings that followed. Relaxed and slow, relishing the beauty. Cooling off with open windows, noisy fan, and glass of water. Lights turned low to keep it cool. The scent of freshly-wattered lawn from next-door.
In our house summers meant Mariners games on the radio. We might not all be in the same room, but there was a sense of camaraderie as we listened and rooted for the home team. Coloring, folding laundry, or falling asleep to the voices of Dave Niehaus and Rick Rizzs; "To the back, to the wall, it's outa-here!" I can almost still hear them today. "MY OH MY, Goodbye baseball!"
What are your favorite summer memories from childhood?
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