I have been sort of teary lately. Not for any particular reason, besides the obvious. But I just have tears at the ready. Anything remotely sad and there I go. Some of it has made sense. Visits to the hospital. Attending the support group meeting last night. And then today it was Costco.
I was having a conversation with the checker about renewing my membership. Apparently they sent out the renewal in May or June. Aha, that would explain why I may have missed it, we were a little busy in May and June. I told him my son had heart surgery. And the bagger asked if he was ok now. I told him, yeah, we were there for a long time and had lots of complications, but he's ok now. And he told me that he lost his beautiful sister to a heart attack. When I asked how old she was, he told me she was 7. I asked if she had a congenital heart defect and he said yes. They are from Ethiopia. They were trying to get a visa to come here and have surgery and she died two weeks before the visa came through. I told him I was very sorry.
And then I went on my way, trying not to cry in another parking lot! As much as I hate surgery I can't imagine not having that option. And having to watch your child die while you wait on paperwork to get her to a place that could save her. I just feel so grateful to live here and have access to the very best medical care. Tonight I stayed a little longer with Drew at bedtime. I let him fall asleep on me and just laid there for a while holding a miracle in my arms. And I thanked God for giving me this incredible gift.