The crazy roller coaster ride of mine failed to mention that I might not be able to turn back, pause, or rewind and fix the cart. Damn! and I thought maybe I could just skip the freak weeks!
So, I've been extremely busy with momentous emotional highs and seriously fall off a cliff lows. I had a good friend of mine manage to make me gush with tears in private over a hateful email she sent me because I couldn't do what she was asking out of me and another who consoled me over the phone that very night because I was miles away from any friends of family. She reminded me how much someone could give back in the way of friendship.
I proceeded cautiously through the week and traveled the state of Indiana to visit and train various Habitat for Humanity affiliate staff members. By the time I managed to come back to the home town, a friend of mine had passed away. She was 27, had had two heart transplants, an artificial heart pump, and 3 boys 7,6,&5 who were left behind with only memories. I went to her funeral that Wedsnesday, recieved a call at the funeral home that my 93 year old grandpa (papaw to me) was in the hospital with some sort of heart failure. And so I leave to visit him. In the midst of the hospital visit, I recieved an invitation to attend the Obama rally in Indianapolis. Soooo, the good mother somewhere in me ,made the trek down there with my 8 year old daughter in tow, along with my friend Triana and her son, all because our children are early political activists and were infatuated with the now president elect Barack Obama. The look on my daughter's face as she watched him speak was priceless, but marred with the knowledge that my friend who had passed away would never get to do such a thing for her boys.
Life throws a lot of wrenches into the game, the question is how do you manage to keep them from hitting you at top speed, bruising you like a freight train, or catch them as they pass to use as tools to teach, fix, or repair an already fragile lifeline???
Apparently I must love roller coasters these days....