My wonderful, beautiful friend Joan has gotten to come back home, well at least to our hometown.
She is currently in a rehab hospital, learning to walk again. But she is close, and she is doing fantastic in all other ways.
Last night I went to see her. I had such a visceral reaction to seeing her coherent, and talking, and aware, I burst into tears. She burst into tears. We were both so happy to see each other, to get that second chance to say "I love you", "I missed you". She is a miracle.
Her smile, was the balm I needed. I found the peace I sought since she went into the hospital. I know this sounds sappy, but I can't describe my feelings in any other way. I have been on a high ever since, because anything seems possible. I can see the joy.
Here is to second chances, sometimes given directly, sometimes lived vicariously through others.
