Lately it seems that pain and joy are all around, and seem to be joined as twins. Mary's death was preceded by immense and insidious wasting of her body. Cancer sucks. I'm hopeful mom will face her treatments head on with courage and fortitude as daily blessings from above. I'm often thinking of dad without realizing it at first; he is and willing be living emotionally burdened, that much seems certain.
Katie visited with little Ben last week. He is one beautiful and gregarious little baby. He brought joy to our home just by being. Paris can be a pain, but she licks Joel's hands and keeps him company, and is a non-human example of palliative care, seriously. Despite several setbacks Joel experienced, God is near, a calm in the storm, even when I'm not thinking of him. Blessings.
A friend going through a divorce has taken the time to be the hands and heart of Jesus to Joel and his family, as have so many others. Words can be elusive, but a smile, card or meal speak.
