In October, I wrote about my mother’s broken leg, a horrifying incident that awoke our greatest fears. Surgery was not an option and she was left to her old body’s healing possibilities.
A bit over two months later, It feels great to see her walking again.
She has just started taking little steps with a walker, but it feels like amazing progress. What else can a son ask for Christmas?
I traveled on Friday with my nephew. He took longer to pick me up because his car was having some mechanical problems. I also had to share the car with a picky and restless passenger: Ankor, his Husky.
It was a very tense journey. We left at 4 pm and were supposed to be home by 7 (which these days is a dangerous time to be on our roads). However, due to the car problems, we arrived home by 11 pm.
Despite my nephew’s desperation we had a great trip. Ankor did not jump out of the window, he did not bite any passerby, and we were lucky enough to get help at two points on the road by two different mechanics who allowed us to get home safely and made us relive some of the goodness and hospitality that we miss from the old good days.
There are plenty of good people in this world still. They may not be in the news all the time, but they exist and they do good regardless of the anonymity. It is good to remember that these days when people are so obsessed with consumerism and Instagram-style poses. Health and family are priceless.
We did not have any special dinner with lost of people around a fully decorated table, special christmass dishes, drinks, or music. We just had each other.
This is another Christmas without my son, grandson, and daughters. It does not get any easier with time. One gets the feeling that one is missing too much, that they are gradually becoming strangers, that imposed gap is irreparable.
However, we thought the same about my mother’s broken leg, so maybe there is room for more miracles there. I choose to believe that, like her leg, this gap will heal too.
