I think we all go through life thinking that there will be time but I have learned in my fairly young life that time is short, it’s precious. I thought Janet and I would live to be old ladies together. I thought my Dad would live a long time because he lived on a farm, he was a letter carrier he was healthy but then he got cancer. I knew Mom was on what we would consider “borrowed time” because of her transplant but I never realized there was an expiration date to a kidney. Maybe that’s naive but I didn’t want to think about the fact that some day it would wear out.
My last blog post was about finding a new place to live. Last night I thought it’s probably a good thing that I’m not living in the same area. That I’m leaving my past behind. My neighbours attend my old church. I think I would always be expected to have a link there if I stayed even though it’s too painful for me to go back there even just to visit. In my new place I can just be Jennifer. Not the girl who has had so much loss.
So many friends are happy for me. For the first time in a long time I feel joy and excitement. I still haven’t rapped my head around the fact that I’m never going to have to do yardwork or shovel snow or go up and down 2 flights of stairs to do laundry. I get to have free time.
I am so thankful for parents who have provided me the opportunity to have such a beautiful place.
A place to call home.