Greensleeves

3/31/26 9:53 a.m.
My sister used to say, “There’s always room for Jell-o.”
And that’s how I feel about the chaplain who comes over the p.a. to pray every morning and every evening. And today he also sang a nice hymn. I have to believe that,no matter what our religious/spiritual convictions are, it is beneficial to have someone sending the best possible energy and hope out into the universe on our behalf. While I do say my own prayers, I am happy to know that this chaplain and so many of you are keeping me in your thoughts. Thank you. I believe that prayer works.  Against statistics and odds, I am here, and I feel for certain that it is because of prayer just as much as it is modern medicine.
So I want to wish you a Happy Easter, and I will delight in thinking about your children in their Easter finery and gloves and hats on little girls. I will think of hymns you sing from pews and the vibration of the church organs.
We used to sing “Abide With Me” at summer camp in Michigan. The harmonies were beautiful.

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3/28/26 11:44 a.m.

I’ve been staring at way too much TV these last few weeks. And the air in the hospital is dry. But today one of the home improvement shows featured a man who renovated a home (with his daughter) FOR his father. As the young man spoke about his purpose and motivation behind doing this for his dad, I found myself tearing up—to the very edges but not overflowing. It was so soothing to my weary eyes. Silver lining to feeling melancholy.

Termites in siding
Windows with rot
Buy for the view
In an idyllic spot

A wide-open concept
Maybe a pool
The perfect location
That’s close to the school

Look at those hardwoods
demo that wall
make room for a bathroom
at the end of the hall

All the emotion
from weeks on my back
missing MY home
and the father I lack;

His life was construction
for so many years
I find my relief
in the pooling of tears

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