Our appointment with the specialist is today. Not too worried at this point. On Thursday night, my friend Philip Hillery died. It has changed my perspective.
A close mutual friend asked me yesterday, “You haven’t been thinking about the baby much have you?” I won’t identify her by linking to her blog because that’s not what she meant to say at all. :o) We laughed and both knew that she meant to say, “In light of death, the possibility of brain damage doesn’t seem such a big concern, does it?” And the answer is no, it doesn’t. Not that it wouldn’t be hard; but I am so appreciative of Malachi’s life right now. Just his life. He doesn't have to be perfect. He won't be perfect. It is enough to hear his strong heartbeat and see his healthy body and feel him move.
I am also distracted by concern for the Hillery’s. Ginger, who must now learn to live without her beloved by her side. Thomas, Patrick, Maggie, Rose, and Nora, whose grief has affected them all in such different ways. Tonight I will go to their home to be with them. Hopefully my presence along with perhaps dozens of other will be of comfort to them.
It will be strange to be in the home of Philip and Ginger Hillery without Philip. They were a dynamic duo whose life together, especially their hospitality, was such a blessing to so many people.
We will miss you Philip.