Friday, May 22, 2015

Way #3

Saturday morning after Mark's collapse, I woke up and went down to the living room.  I thought about how I would talk to Jack and Joel and to Ale.  While I was thinking (and wondering what news we would hear that day) Ale came down.  She was planning to go for a run.  I told her what had happened.  She was baffled and sad.  She canceled all her plans that she had had for that day (and I know they were many) and just stayed with us.  That's it.  She was here.  And that meant everything.

And then I went up to wake up the J's and to explain the story in the least scary way that I could.

Everyone congregated in the living room.  We kind of just sat there, numb...and scared.  And then we decided to get busy and do something.  Ale and Sam kind of took charge.  Sam also changed his plans and made our family his priority. We made breakfast together (me often gone to answer the phone or to call someone) and then all four went out to play hockey. What a beautiful thing that was to me to have Sam and Ale distract and occupy Jack and Joel!  They did an awesome job of just being here, of taking care of things, of keeping the flow of family life going.

Barb came over around lunchtime with the kids' favorite foods.  I was on the phone downstairs and when I came up, she was eating with the kids...chatting and making things seem as normal as possible.  She's a true friend and dropped everything just to be a comfort to us.  I can't explain how that buoyed me.

Madeleine and her dad came over then, and brought us a big chili supper complete with watermelon and chocolate chip cookies for dessert.  Tim and Barb came over just to hang out for a bit.

The day is a bit of a blur, but I do know that God sent us love and comfort consistently throughout the day.  I never felt alone.