It didn’t attack her, but her heart decided to take a little vacation now and then without warning. Her heart was broken, but not beyond repair. After 24 hours, two ambulance rides, three doctors, one physicians assistant, several excellent nurses, three worried kids, one scared-out-of-his-mind husband, and countless family and friends praying across the country and around the world, my mother’s heart has been surgically repaired and seems to be back to work.
All through this stressful process, I saw love. Everywhere. Expressed in little ways and in ways that were nearly my undoing.
The nurse at the first hospital who went the extra several miles to get her the right doctor, the best and fastest care possible.
Several people who happened to be in the hospital with their own friends or family, who came by to check on mom and dad, to bless them, to pray with them.
People who drove in from other cities, just to check on her and keep Dad company while we waited.
Every smile on every face… Every time we had questions or needed anything, we were met with people whose only focus at that moment was meeting those needs with grace and kindness.
Phone calls and texts from those who could not be with us.
Stories and laughter exchanged while we waited. And waited. And waited.
My mom’s hand sneaking out from under the blankets to take hold of my dad’s hand for a moment, just making sure he was still there. He has.. For over 60 years.
The sheer relief on dad’s face to see her awake and talking after surgery, knowing she was going to be okay.
The song in my head this morning is The Beatles singing All You Need Is Love. And I think maybe they’re right. Without love, we are nothing. Love believes all things, bears all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.
Love is all around us if we look for it.