This was one of my dad's favorite songs to play on the piano. I just played it a few minutes ago and it made me think how true those words are - things can happen in the flash of an eye - good things, bad things, happy things, sad things.
"From the sun and the flowers, where there used to be rain . . ."
This day is not over and yet so many things have happened. Most of these things are completely unrelated but have affected me in some way. In the past 24 hours the following things have happened, in no particular order:
1. A close family member suffered an injury yesterday and had to undergo emergency surgery today. Out of respect for her privacy I won't say more, but she's a very special lady who means a lot to us.
2. My mother had her final radiation treatment today. This is the first time I'm mentioning anything about this on this blog. She's been through a lot in the past few years so it's a great thing to be celebrating her good health. We are all very proud of her resilience and good humor.
3. Close friends of the family joyously announced the birth of their third child on Facebook. Now they have three boys. We wish them the best of luck.
4. A new Pope was elected! White smoke rose into the air! Catholics everywhere rejoiced!
5. I went from running in a 5 mile race three days ago to limping around on a sore toe after a short run yesterday. I am now struggling with whether or not I'll be able to train for the 10 mile race that's coming up in April. However, I remind myself that there are countless other people who are worse off than I am. A sore toe is nothing in the grand scheme of things.
6. I met up with a former colleague whom I haven't seen in over ten years who is now an acupuncturist. I watched her stick needles into a patient's scalp as we reconnected over a common goal: to help a severely incapacitated angel of a lady feel better. My colleague offered her services today for free after learning that it was my patient's birthday. Smiles all around.
None of these things are related. Some of them are good, some not so good. All of them have affected me in some way, big or small. I've never written about my mother's health issues on here because I feel that it's her story to tell, not mine. Perhaps I'll ask her to be a guest blogger on here sometime so she can share her experience.
"What a difference a day makes, there's a rainbow before me . . ."
Now I think I know why my dad played (and sang!) the song as often as he did. Such simple words, yet they say so much.
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