Sorry I haven’t written lately…
I sound like the old Auntie who only calls or sends a short note (does anyone send a short note anymore?) once or twice a year. No real excuse except for that old chestnut- I’ve been busy.
I have been.
Outdoor things like Gardening, bike-riding and just plain loafing.
Getting Sadie Flynn in order for the premier on the Gravenhurst Opera House stage at the end of August has been a trial at times. If you think that Attila the Hun was just a figment of historical imagination, let me tell you Attila lives! I’m not going into detail now- but YOW!
At a later date, I’ll tell you the entire story- like in late September…or maybe never. Some folks just shouldn’t get up in the morning and be around people- ever!
No, the reason for this blog is none of the above. You see, Auntie Rob was reading in the paper about a local lady who was involved in a car accident a few weeks ago. After recuperating at a Toronto Hospital- Sunnybrook, she is home and lucky to still be on this earth. The paper had interviewed her spouse. He tells the reporter that “as a Christian Man” he would be remiss not to thank God that his wife is on the mend. Sounds a little “Baptist-like” to me.
Now, this story hits home because it just so happens that Tom- my husband- and I have been going through a similar experience at this same Toronto Hospital- Sunnybrook, down there on Bayview Avenue in Toronto. Tom’s Dad- my Father-in-law, was admitted early Tuesday morning after falling in his apartment and lying on his bathroom floor for 13 hours until help arrived. “Dad” doesn’t really accept that title even though as next of kin I had to be there at the hospital earlier this week to meet doctors and specialists regarding his care. A “do not resuscitate” paper had to be signed- it was very emotional moment.
I am not sure why I got a little emotional, since this man has regarded me as a “gold digger” for most of the 28 years I have been partnered with his son- my legal husband. I told him he was legally my Father-in-law as he lay there in his hospital bed. My goodness, “the look” I got from him as a specialist stood next to his bed wondering if I was the “son”.
Nope the husband, I told her and have been for 28 years!
This hospital was fantastic! I spent a morning, afternoon and evening there this week and saw what these amazing people do and that included every staff member from custodial folks to the most experienced of nurses, doctors and specialists. It’s such a positive place- even with all the illness about. It is a hospital after all and one would expect to see people who are unwell for a variety of reasons.
So reading this newspaper story and thanking God irked me.
No mention of the Doctors and Nurses who looked after his wife.
God did it all.
Thank you Jesus!
I got to thinking what if they had plopped this lady down on the front steps of Sunnybrook and let God take over. You know, swoop her up into his/her/its omnipresent bosom and make the bones mend and the bleeding stop. To read his account that is what happened.
Poppycock and balderdash!
Although, apparently no surgery was required, there had to be some input from the medial team at Sunnybrook or he might just as well have thrown her on a park bench down at Couchiching Beach Park and waited for a miracle.
I thought it unforgiveable that there was no mention of the help she really received in human form- not from some supernatural bit of jabberwocky from an all knowing, love-ya-to-bits being who resides up there in Heaven or as the Mormons believe at the very least- on his/her/its very own planet.
It’s all smoke and mirrors kids but if it turns your religious crank, who am I to argue? I don’t believe there’s a personal saviour who sits on some throne up there in the clouds just waiting to welcome me home after my last breath on earth.
Thus ended the lesson for today…
Hugs and a cheek tweak from your old “Auntie”.