We all dream. We all have things we long for.
All this week I worried about how I was going to cope.
I’m not suppose to do anything.
Not that I could if I wanted to.
All this week, I had worried about how I was going to get in and out of Danny’s truck.
I have trouble getting in on a good day,
I really worried about that.
I never said a word to Danny.
I needn’t have worried
Danny told me that in the middle of the night last night, he thought about that himself.
He called Charlie and woke him up,
to ask if he could use Charlie’s wife’s car to bring me home.
Danny NEVER asks anyone for favors.
We pulled up to the entrance gate at Rolling Meadows and I cried while we were waiting for the gate to open.
Danny thought I was upset that it needed mowing.
I told him I was just glad to be home.
We started down the lane and I continued to cry.
All the stress from the past 2 weeks.
All the emotions from the weeks and months before.
The sleepless nights.
The Cancer Scare.
I was crying for all of those reasons.
I was crying because it could have been much worse.
I was crying because I was HOME.
We hadn’t reached the house yet and the radio went off.
A chorus of
“Is she home yet”?”
“We’ve missed you”.
I heard from everyone.
I am loved.
I hobbled in the door.
Mr. Bojangles about knocked me over.
Yes, I am loved.