She’ll fly here this afternoon. She told me days ago that she would visit this week, though she and Wil will drive from Arizona for my birthday in July. She’ll be a blast of freshness in my ho-hum life. She said we’ll talk and go through photos and cook. And whatever I want. She’ll make smoothies and my favorite roasted tomato soup to put in the freezer for later.
When Karen is here, I do things I thought I’d never do again. One night, after I’d stopped going outside because my wheelchair made it too difficult, I found myself sitting in a recliner on the deck with her, listening to the sweet songs of cicadas and breathing the warm night air. It was just good to be there. With her. I wanted nothing more.
I’m usually uncomfortable when I need to ask someone to do something for me, but with Karen, it’s different. I know she genuinely wants to help, even enjoys it. She makes me feel loved and cared for. And safe. She stirs my heart with the big spoon of her love. She’s my niece, but couldn’t be more attentive if she was my daughter. She sends me care packages, flowers on special days, brings gifts of things she knows I like. When she’s here, she looks around for things that need to be done and does them, doesn’t wait to be asked.
I know there’s a special place in Heaven for Karen. How grateful I am to have her in my life!