I am going to skip tonight and go to bed early. I've been struggling with a headache the last week or so and I'm hoping if I get a good night's sleep it might just go away. Hopefully Kevin plays along...
For you and Kevin and Breezy...to remember the days of Pennsylvania...I wrote this, sitting at my window...thought something nice to read would bring a smile...
Sunday writes itself upon our memory.
The sky changes blue as it is a background for foliage. Dark green sets it blazing brilliant blue...near the horizon a wisp of blue gray....around clouds the soft blue of faded jeans....
Everyone is cutting grass and planting flowers and since it has rained so much, the air is filled with pungent soil, grass clippings, compost, blossoms....the woman across from me began early this morning with her plantings and now her yard is a coloring book unfolded...
Sounds of conversation follow the breeze indoors, drifts around each room, and settles like dust on counters and bedspreads...
When we were children it was a day for baseball, street kick ball, walks to the parks, sitting on stoops and backyard porches with friends, our feet up on banisters...Popsicle melted down limbs and we never minded the sticky sweetness...just laughed...remember the days when we laughed because we loved the feel of it?
Windows are open for the house to air....sweeping remnants of winter and cold away...
I just cleaned the kitchen. Clorox, Murphy's Oil Soap, dish liquid...now it smells like my home on Adams street. How our mother's habits stay with us. Maybe that is why they taught us as they did. So when we clean, and the smell of years ago is recreated, we have a moment with them.
The day's sun is drifting in time beyond the tree line and shadows spread like so many palms and fingers...
Gentle.
A simple word that releases its sigh against the coming of the week...
This blog is dedicated to my son, Kevin, who was critically wounded in Afghanistan on May 31, 2008. My daughter, Brianna, and I left our homes and our lives to be by his side from that day forward.
Here is where you will learn of all of our accomplishments as well as the trials of his recovery of such serious injuries.
Although we have come through the acute stage of his burns, we are now focusing on the rehab for his brain injury. For those of you unaware, Kevin has lost nearly 85% of the function of the left side of his brain, causing him to not be able to do much (yet) with his right side and he can only say a few words so far. He also has to learn to write and he needs to remember everything in his past life.
Basically, we have 'started over'.
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Leslie ~
For you and Kevin and Breezy...to remember the days of Pennsylvania...I wrote this, sitting at my window...thought something nice to read would bring a smile...
Sunday writes itself upon our memory.
The sky changes blue as it is a background for foliage. Dark green sets it blazing brilliant blue...near the horizon a wisp of blue gray....around clouds the soft blue of faded jeans....
Everyone is cutting grass and planting flowers and since it has rained so much, the air is filled with pungent soil, grass clippings, compost, blossoms....the woman across from me began early this morning with her plantings and now her yard is a coloring book unfolded...
Sounds of conversation follow the breeze indoors, drifts around each room, and settles like dust on counters and bedspreads...
When we were children it was a day for baseball, street kick ball, walks to the parks, sitting on stoops and backyard porches with friends, our feet up on banisters...Popsicle melted down limbs and we never minded the sticky sweetness...just laughed...remember the days when we laughed because we loved the feel of it?
Windows are open for the house to air....sweeping remnants of winter and cold away...
I just cleaned the kitchen. Clorox, Murphy's Oil Soap, dish liquid...now it smells like my home on Adams street. How our mother's habits stay with us. Maybe that is why they taught us as they did. So when we clean, and the smell of years ago is recreated, we have a moment with them.
The day's sun is drifting in time beyond the tree line and shadows spread like so many palms and fingers...
Gentle.
A simple word that releases its sigh against the coming of the week...
Enjoy.
With love.
I hope you get some sleep and get rid of that headache. Stress and lack of sleep, of which you have a lot, does a number on your body.
Kevin's dr. appt. sounded encouraging. At least the doctor had the sense to communicate directly with Kevin.
I'll be thinking of you and praying for you and Kevin. Hope the proper bed is delivered quickly. There's always something! Take care.
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