Insomnia and Salute
Ten writing projects in my brain, and not enough hours in the day. Yep, I’m up for awhile. I have to add this to the PHYSICAL section in my wellness plan: Learn how to fall asleep. Plain and simple.
The little girls went home today. It was a lot of fun having them around. I can’t imagine having six kids … simple tasks like going for a walk become a planning intracacy. They are great-natured girls, though, and I thoroughly enjoyed their company. Our house seems so quiet already! Although I did get lots of exercise running to the bathroom to provide assistance at least five times per hour, tomorrow, I shall run. And not in my hallway.
Tomorrow (today, really, as its late) is Remembrance Day. I’m always very struck by this day, due to my experience in working with geriatric clients. I feel privileged to live in Canada, and could never find proper words to express my thanks to people who have fought for my and my family’s freedom. It’s something we take for granted in this great country. I also feel privileged that in my line of work as a rec therapist, that I have been blessed by my clients sharing so many wartime stories over the years. Stories of tragedy, of passion, of dedication, of true love. The kinds of stories that transport you to a time that you can’t imagine. Stories you can’t listen to without your mouth hanging open. Mr. J. losing his sister for three years, and then finding her across from him in a concentration camp. B. being told, at gunpoint by the enemy, to blow off his comrade’s head … and instead choosing to grab his buddy and jump off a moving train. Sue being married for three exact hours before her husband left for the war. Too many stories to tell well, but I do know that when I stand with my kids tomorrow at the Remembrance Day Ceremony, I’ll be thinking of all of them. I’ll be thinking of my blessings and the people that have made them possible.
