Today has felt like a very long day. I have not heard anything from Michael’s family at the hospital since this mid-afternoon. Dennis and I have both been at the spot that Michael’s family is now. Hurry and wait. Wait and pace.
I found myself keeping busy in the sewing studio. I didn’t even find myself frustrated when I had to throw in the towel of a “what if” that didn’t work out. Dennis was cleaning up some older pieces of metal and glass, making multiple trips up and down the basement steps and then out to the garage and back inside again. Denis and I know how painful the waiting game is . . . what a moment of hope can feel like . . . when a finger of fear creeps in. Letting go . . . let God. It’s easier said than done. The day is ending but the night can seem long.