Honey Almond Pie
There are times when we think that we are in control of our lives (for the most part anyway) and then something comes to remind us what an illusion that is. I was reminded of the truth last Saturday. My cell phone rang with a number that I didn’t recognize though I did determine it was from a Florida area code. The call was from my Dad’s girlfriend, Eileen. She called to say that my Dad had had a stroke and that he was in the hospital. Eileen did her best to paint a positive scenario, but I knew that I would be heading to Florida very soon.
There was one issue that I had and that was how to get back in time for an event that I was to cater for my dear friend Ken in two weeks. At first I thought, “I can still handle this” because I didn’t want to create any problems for Ken (clearly I have not dealt with anyone having a stroke before). Just as I was considering what to do, Ken called me and asked casually, “How are you doing?” When I told him what was going on, without hesitating a moment he said, “Go and take care of your Dad… we will figure this out.” The permission Ken gave me to let go and focus was tremendous and greatly appreciated. (I told you he was a dear friend).
Before I took a red-eye flight out of town, I had a few hours and “needed” to feel in control of something and so I baked a pie for Ken to thank him for his compassion and understanding. Now if I may, I’d like to ask for healing prayers for my Dad. And if you have any experience with strokes… please share that if you can.
Thanks from the bottom of my heart.