Blessed by Friends

So.

I've been a little under the weather.

Not to belabor the whole post-operative thing

as I realize

bazillions of people

go through lots worse

every day of the year

and persevere to their own style of

glorious recovery.

 

My experience is nothing special.

Nothing unique.

I've not suffered more than expected

not agonized in ways I hadn't expected.

 

That said

the recovery thing

is exhausting and pretty lonely.

Especially if you

send the dog

and the cat

and the bird

away to critter camp

and you live

on the South side of town

which most people consider to be

a good hundred miles beyond

the far hinterlands

and as many miles

past the nether regions

of my home community.

 

Seriously.

It's like ten minutes from downtown.

 

So my thanks

to those of you who made the trip

and those of you who checked in on me

and those of you who just whispered a prayer

or wished me well on Facebook.

Bless yer damn socks off, people.
I love ya more than I can say.

 

As I told my sister this morning

"Angels appear when you need them."

And that's the truth.

 

Sooooo.....

let me introduce you to three of my angels

all of whom

happened to send their own

particular style of

hug

on the very same day last week.

 

In the earliest hours of the still-dark morning

a text-message arrived.

Short and sweet.

It was a Bible verse reference.

 

And boy oh boy

was it ever

what I needed to hear that day.

 

A guy I love so much sent it.

I talked to him on the phone last night.

Why did you send that Bible verse to me?

I kinda want to keep what he said to myself.

I kinda want to keep what I said back

to myself, too.

But it was good.

And we laughed.

And it helped me lots

to know he was there.

 

~ ~ ~

 

Later that morning

I went to the mailbox

to find this postcard

waiting for me.

 

A guy I love so much sent it.

He can be counted on to lift my spirits and make me smile

holiday after countless holiday

and lots of days in between.

He has been entertaining my postal carrier

and likely earning me

close scrutiny by the NSA

over the years

with postcards bearing the most suspect of photos

and handwritten messages

all of which I have saved

and love to read over and over.

Don't care

even if it I end up in prison

at the hands of a liberal regime

worried over my activities

as outlined in these messages,

I love everything he sends me.

This postcard made me smile.

It helped me lots

to know he was there.

 

~ ~ ~

 

Later

the same day

I opened up my email

to find the following message

of wisdom and good cheer.

 

 

A guy I love so much sent it.

He can always be counted on to

paint whatever dire situation I find myself

with the most unique of colors

as to make it

laughable.

I never take myself too seriously

after a good, solid reminder

of just how good I have it

from him.

How could ones heart

not be stirred

by such sweet, sweet

thoughts?

 

 

I think of these guys as the drum majors

in this weeks parade of lovely

and supportive men.

What's not to love??

 

Add their efforts the visits, calls, meals, offers of help, rides,

encouraging words....overnight stays at my sisters....

all-night hospital vigil by my daughter..

pet-sitting and visits from my boys...

...plants, flowers, balloons and

a NOTEWORTHY

supply of Snickers bars

and I just feel

BLESSED.

 

One more knee to go

and we'll be dancing!!!