In times of darkness, a light is always shining somewhere. Here is a small sampling of the people and things that lit up my life and gave me strength during the past few weeks.
My greatest source of comfort, the man who is always there for me when I need to talk, to cry, to vent, or just to be held quietly. (One of these days I'll manage to get a photo with a smile and open eyes at the same time, but at least I managed to capture his beautiful smile for once!)
My wonderful daughters, who brighten all my days (and Winston)
The photo below is one of the sitting areas of the hospital, just around the corner from the chapel. We were so surprised to find a mural of Tuscany in our Nova Scotia hospital. It was a refreshing change of pace from sitting vigil in the palliative care room.
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My crocuses (croci?)...such a lovely bloom of colour in the drabness of early spring in NS.
Once upon a time, in a city not far away...when I was a little girl, my mom used to take my sister and I to visit my Aunt Phyllis in the hospital. Hanging on the side of the old Infirmary building was a huge statue of Christ. We'd sit in the car while mom visited (kids were not very welcome in hospitals back in those days), play games and gaze upon this statue. When the Infirmary was torn down, we were so sad to lose "our" statue. But hallelujah, one day Floyd found it - Christ had been moved to a church across the harbour. So we can gaze again upon this statue whenever we want. Here he is in all his glory: