Sunday, April 26, 2009

The One Where Geoff Is Sick ALL DAY

Yeah. No luck with my wishes and prayers that I'd have a healthy husband in the morning. Instead, Marilyn helped me get Briony ready and we headed off the church - just the girls.

It was actually a really great service. I've always enjoyed the church Geoff's parents attend out here, and this was an especially interesting service because this weekend marked the one-year anniversary of their sanctuary floor collapsing during a Starfield concert. I had so much respect for the church's attitude toward the event even though it was apparent that emotions were still raw for the people who witnessed the tragedy. In place of a sermon, there was a lady there who had been the most critically injured last year. She was paralyzed after falling through the floor and told that she had no hope of recovery (she was rated one level of paralysis below Christopher Reeves). She kept on telling the doctors that she was going to walk again, and the doctors kept on pulling her husband aside and expressing their concern that there was something mentally wrong with her because she could not accept the fact that walking was not even a remote possiblity for her. And today, one year later, she walked into the church where the accident happened and shared about her journey. She had such a beautiful, positive spirit and such a great outlook on life - something bad happened, that's too bad, now let's move on and see how God can use that bad thing to make good things happen around me.

After church, Marilyn and Briony and I stopped in at Geoff's sister Carole's place and saw their whole family for a bit (minus our nephew Justin). Then it was back home for lunch and a pretty quiet day. Geoff slept, Alan did his thing, Marilyn packed and gave us some instructions for while she was away, and Briony and I hung out and went for a walk.

At the end of the day, Geoff was still sick, I was starting to feel a little iffy, and Briony's nose was getting plugged up. AWESOME. (Is my sarcasm coming through?)

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