I was living on the Cape at age 22 and returned home to buy my sister Carol's VW bug, drove the 800 miles to Wellfeet only to have to fly back the next day. Carol was broadsided by a drunk driver and was in intensive care. I was met at the airport by my brother Steve. He is a man of few words but the look in his eye told me it was grim. He said to me " You need to be strong for mom" - no - can you be strong? - just "you need to be." His look also said- I believe you can do this---- and so I did.
When I traveled cross country with my 3 little ones and Cedar in tow I drove a Camper which was given to me and believe me-the old adage," you get what you pay for " applied.. The floor board on the drivers side was wide open to the road in parts, it was covered in rust and was making funny sounds as we pulled out of Fleet for a whirlwind cross country tour. Our pit stop in Ohio on the farm brought peels of laughter from my sisters all poking fun in good spirit, but it was my brother who said out loud--"If anyone can do this, Sharyn can." --- and so I did.
Isn't it that blind faith that someone has in us that can make us pull ourselves up by the bootstrap and carry on with the belief that we can?
As I sit with Caleb while sleeps in the early morning hours when only the outside world is whispering, I tell him quietly..."You are healing, you are beating the odds, you will astonish everyone with your recovery, you are healing easily and completely." ------and he will !
I have contemplated so many times what it is that brings you all to us at this time when it is so badly needed. You have helped us so much more that you could ever know....and I could stare off into this moment forever.........mumsie