The things you send in... they mean so much. The pictures, the cards, the butterflies and flowers and everything else- they create a world of hope for us. This is what it means, described with detailed imagery so you can see it, too. Bubbles rise in the wind, dodging balloons and streamers. Flowers fling a cheery hello that bounces back with laughter. The colorful landscape lifts the spirits, splashing rays of sunshine all around. Spring is in every corner, bringing smiles and laughter. The days pass under the cheery rays of warmth. Life’s trials are forgotten under the shadow of an Eeyore balloon. Surrounded by love and comfort, it’s hard to feel down. Family and friends have gathered close to run through the joyful Spring days. I breathe deeply, inhaling the sweet scent of happiness and carefree days. My little girl laughs as she throws the ball to me, and the sound brings a smile to my face. Her grin as I chase after the red bouncing rubber lifts my heart. Bubbles dance around us in a merry performance, whispering exciting plans for the day ahead. Butterflies flash a colorful greeting as they zoom on by. It’s time to shed coats and woolen socks. The days are lengthening, granting more time with family and friends. With all the excitement of the changing seasons, a barbecue is sure to be just around the corner. I smile and rise from my seat. My daughter playfully pushes at me as I press a kiss to her forehead; then I walk away. I step through the door, out into the cold world of strangers and blustery days. Out here, summer has not yet made its appearance. Spring and Winter are still locked in a struggle of rainy days and freezing nights. The grills are still tucked away in backyard sheds, huddling under blue plastic tarps as they hibernate and wait for the promise of warmer days. Strangers pass by, carrying their worries and their cares, each with a story to tell. Out here, the cold world holds hearts and lives in its choking grip, leaving behind desperation and broken hearts. At the door, I turn and look into my daughter’s room. Sunshine spills from the door and into the hallway. Spring passes off the baton to Summer’s joyful reign, upheld by the encompassing warmth of family and friends. Cards and drawings and get-well wishes line the walls in a barrier toughened by love. These chains will not break, for they are given strength in the words that bind them together, the prayers that give them life. Within this barrier is a self-contained universe of balloons and bubbles and butterflies, where Winter has no place. I wave a kiss to say goodbye, and step out into the hallway. As I walk these hospital halls, I pass family, friends, and patients, each carrying their own burden, a story written on their hearts. They step into their own rooms, and as each door is opened, light spills out, revealing the world that lies within. Each one is a little different, given its own shade of color, its own depth of light. Some have very little, and some are blinding. Each tells a story of laughter and pain woven in a song that is their own. And beyond it all lies the cold world of motion and rain and busyness, while the wind howls Winter’s dominance.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Apr 2014 20:27:50 +0000
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