Ever have days when you wonder if you are losing it? Like when you are draining a pot of noodles and the colander goes askew and half the noodles spill into the kitchen sink. Or you can’t find stuff that you put in a safe place you wouldn’t forget but then do. Speaking of forgetting, I forgot to empty the filter on my Eureka lightweight vacuum cleaner and the full filter falls off the machine and dumps an embarrassing load of feathers, fur and dust in front of my three daughters. And how many times have I pushed the radio button to start my car instead of the ignition button? Or when the family arrived for spaghetti and I’d forgotten to boil the noodles. Senior moments. So I’m losing a sense of having it all together which is indeed a loss. And a pride issue since I’m being transparent.
But last night a long time friend died of Covid. This is a loss beyond words for his dear family and friends. A loss that is a life journey of grieving. Moments that hurt. Anniversaries of the first time since a loved one died. An empty chair at the table. A song. A season. A smell. A food. A memory. Lots of memories. A forever longing for one more day.
So I am reminded that my sense of having it all together is now very insignificant. Spilled noodles happen . Senior moments go on. I am choosing to be content in whatever situation I am in. And praying for those who are suffering a deep loss.
