An envelope. Delivered today by my oldest daughter. A plain white envelope. But this one was different. Very different, lumpy. Upon opening said lumpy envelope I found a rock. A polished rock with one word. Health. That is all it said, Health. The accompanying note was lovely. Written by a teacher, a woman, a cancer survivor. The rock, given to her, was now passed to me. My new treasure, my rock. It will eventually continue its journey. I too will pass it on. Thank you Anne.
I can see the finish line. My best friend texted “you’re almost there, you can do anything for a week”. True. A week of skiing in the Rockies or sailing in The Bahamas sounds rather nice. Apparently, not options right now. One week. Then, time to heal. Time to slide back into life. Back to Friday lunch dates with my amazing wife. Back to Wednesday lunch dates at school with daughter number two and Saturday morning coffee dates with daughter number one. Back to triathlon training and back to the job and people I love at FOX. But first, one more week. One more brutal week. The pain is almost too much at times but it will pass. Then the health. Yes, health. If you smell what the Rock is cooking!
An idea. Send a rock to someone who is hurting. Maybe send a note or a doodle. Heck send an old bagel. Send something that says “you’ve got this”. C’mon, do it. Do it….I dare ya.
Day 21. Thanks for stopping by.