We haven’t been very good churchgoers lately. At least to the kind of church with brick and mortars. This cold foggy morning I got up and attended the church of Turkey Mountain.
It was cold and it was foggy but I felt instantly at home. Getting outside is my way of reconnecting with myself and the infinite.
My brother is now in Tulsa at a skilled nursing facility but it is just another of the waypoints he will be on as he recovers. The skilled nursing facility he is in right now is well recommended but they are lacking in a number of things now that he is in it and it eats at me. Is any place good enough for a loved one?
And he is here only two more weeks and then he moves on to the next step. Will it be long term care or assisted living? Will he get better, or not?
The Church on Turkey Mountain doesn’t have any answers of course but it strengthens me for confronting these things.
Fortunately my sister, her husband, and my wife are strong partners in this.
Some things are too hard on our own.
So at the end of my hour and half I went to see brother Bob. He is doing okay. No therapy on Sunday. We talked a while, watched some football and then I left him to go home. He is very brave, he never complains about what life has dealt him. He has run 26 marathons and over a hundred half marathons so he knows what pushing through when the going gets tough entails.
He’ll get through this race as well.
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