October 20, 2015
“The Doctor wanted me to come out and let you know that Clifton might not make it off the table and is preparing you for the worse.” Words no parent wants to hear, ever!
I remember my dear friend, Debra sitting by my side in the waiting room at St. Francis Hospital repeating again and again, not to give up hope. I often play this over in my head, but just tonight it played heavy on my heart. I was so fortunate to have dinner with her again tonight after all these years. Shortly after my son died, she and her family moved to North Dakota, and visits have been few and far between. We talked about and relived so many memories, good and not so good. A good friend is one who you can just pick back up with as if no time has passed at all. We talked about the benefit fundraiser the Tulsa Fire Department had for my sons medical bills. We talked about our kids, spouses, current and former, jobs, and the crystal heart she still has in her jewelry box that I gave her when my son died, thanking her for her friendship. That means the world to me, just knowing she hasn’t forgotten my son. We both left the restaurant with tears in our eyes and many fond memories in our hearts. Thank you Debra for being an amazing friend for so many years. You have inspired me to continue writing my blog.
Up until now, I have had no inspiration at all to continue writing my blog. It’s not that I haven’t had anything to write about,I guess. But it seems all the adventure was left behind in China. America means work, and lots of it! People are busy, and rarely make time for others. We get so bogged down with everything, that we sometimes forget who and what are important.
It has been a year of settling in, trying to reconnect with old friends, and forging ahead with new ones.