I wanted to write today because I had a Sister friend and Mentor to put her arms around me in a big bear hug to tell me that she was sorry about the death of my daughter GirlMic/Leslie. She also shared that anytime she sees a butterfly, she thinks about me. I smiled and thanked her with the words, “I am glad you think about me at all.” I am working on a book and I am sometimes so sad, I start to doubt my ability to finish it and then I will see smiling faces of all of the people I have met in my seventy years and I realize that I must move forward and finish my race and purpose. This is when I believe that in every cloud and sky, we will have some difficult times and situations, but I know all is well when butterflies fly.
I thank every nurse who spent some of their self, soul and spirit in my #GirlMic/Leslie’s room. I am writing this 12 days after her death. I wanted to share one painful day after a decision was made to remove her from the ventilator when a few nurses walked into the room to care for her and did not acknowledge the patient and family because she had been transferred and was receiving hospice care. I have chosen to share my journaling after reading an article about Quality and End of life and the need to educate all, especially health care professionals
Yesterday my baby GirlVal called me excited from my GirlMic’s bedside where she has been on a ventilator in ICU for 29 days. She said GirlMic was awake with her eyes open and looking around and she wanted me to speak to her by telephone. I screamed into the telephone because I wanted her to hear me say , “Wake up Sleeping Beauty GirlMic , we have got so much to talk about and so many places to see. You have a story to tell of How God has lifted you into His Healing Hands again. Psalm 19: 1 Let the words of my mouth” Let the band play and the celebration begin.
Today I am finding some old memories of my passion as a speaker and consultant for Wysjoyful Company. I am throwing them away in response to my (FMV) Forward Move View. .These are name badges and reminders of the way I was and the work I was involved in as a health professional. It is my way of keeping my sanity by journaling. I am also remembering with gratitude the goodness and mercy of this new day.
@wysjoyfulcompany Blogging from A-Z Challenge has contributed to my Zone building of better butterflies and this is where I find myself at 3am writing. This is a picture of the room where I produce my online radio and I also write so I will now call it my blessed #ZoneofWXY.
I am starting my 30 day countdown to celebrate 70 so let me be deemed (SSS)Senior Sister of the South today as we wind down the #Blogging from A-Z Challenge.This is a sentimental journey for me as I remember the last time I saw my mother after the Christmas holiday 2000 as she stood on the front porch waving goodbye. We had been in the house most of the 3 days I was there because of an ice storm so I watched her wave to me as I pulled away. My mom was a southern girl born in Arkansas who smiled and sang her love, joy and peace every day and every time I hear Y’all I smile