Seeing numerous changes in our lifetime personally is part and parcel of the human experience here on the plain of earth. There also has been considerable shifting in society which is unsettling from the young to the old. Expected mores are swept away into a more jagged lifestyle where the people seemingly touch further away while the ones around us languish in the company of a loved one enthralled by a tablet or phone.
Some of us have learned to shut off the electronics while others need pulling back into the reality side of life before there is no returning from drifting away into a mere virtual land. Writers tend to have this problem but it's an expected evil.
Saw that last week on one of my daily trips to rehab to read or share time with someone who presently can not tell me to stop talking. I will concede that while my husband has expressed the notion that I talk a lot, the only time he actually worried was when I did not.
Time occasionally stands still and quiet blankets the area.
Today, in the Northeast or more precisely on Long Island, the arm of land in New York state that juts into the Atlantic, we awoke this morning to the snow storm predicted for last night. Its late arrival gave the school children a chance for a day at home with nightly scheduled events cancelled.
It also was a day I was summoned from my bed early by the exuberance of five dogs wanting to take on the wind and snow until the heavy wetness of the storm became a reality on their fur making cabin fever a welcome symptom rather than an agitated state. Of the five dogs only two cheerfully go for baths, the same willing into a storm that contains rains.
The roads were treacherous until later in the day, making it impossible for my daily trek to the rehab where Paul is recovering from several close walks into eternity during the past five and a half months.
But, the blessing today for both of us is that the younger set of grandchildren were able to go into see grandpa who is on a slow but steady pace to recovery. For those that have not seen him with death standing with its outstretched hand, his appearance is a shock, but to us who are watching the improvement... we are encouraged.
The staff tell me Samantha and Prescott Jr. are a blessing not only to him, but an encouragement to others, as most children do not have the openness and willingness to disregard the machinery and hone in on the person as these two do with their grandfather.
My daughter in Law, Megan, took the picture of her husband, Prescott, and the children with Grandpa Paul. Megan tells me Paul had a smile when he saw the children and they had a good visit, an early Valentine’s gift.
In this time of trouble, entering into reality has rekindled our earliest days, only now I am doing the talking, and thankfully he is listening and responding with his smiles.