This post is dedicated to Ian.
Ian:
I cannot tell you how much your efforts and friendship has
meant to me over the last 12 days. The chats in the field while you
successfully honed the beds and I chipped away at my meager section were
entertaining. I so enjoyed the companionship of a kindred spirit.
From the night prior to surgery to now, I have been
listening to the music you so generously uploaded for me on my Ipod. As the
familiar tunes washed over me, tears of concern streamed down my face, wetting
the earphones and caused them to drop off onto the sheet on either side of my
head. I waited in the hallway after being pushed from my room, anxious and
freaked out that the outcome would not be good. The songs ran through my head
and soothed my anxiety.
We had such brief interactions in the hospital since there
were so many people around. So wished I had the wherewithal then to talk with
you in English, not be so concerned about the others and share my fears and
concerns. I simply needed a friend, a hug and sympathetic ear.
I will have a lot to tell you the next time we meet, my
friend. Thank you for who you are to me and the many others you serve.
Take good care, drive fast and take risks…but watch those
deadly holes in the dark!
Love,
Paula
Paula,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for this nice note. It was such a memorable week that we spent together in Registro, even if some of that time was spent in the hospital. Having someone to try to apply some logic to what was happening at the farm was invaluable. Keep up the recovery. We'll be in touch soon.
Ian