I am just over a year into recovery from a ruptured brain aneurysm. I’ve been through horribly unpleasant operations and procedures. I have tubes and valves, and other things in my body keeping me healthy and alive. My loved ones have experienced that sinking,nightmarish place of “what if we lose her?”
I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. Yet, I hold the experience with a kind of tenderness, in deep gratitude because I know I have experienced the power of love. My family cradled me in their love, bathed me in their love, and whispered and sang their love to me. And from far away I heard. I “woke up” singing “Moondance”. ” Can I just have one more moon dance with you my love.” My husband and children began to cry because as they said “we knew you were in there.” I’ve been gifted the privilege of understanding the deepest power of pure love. It pulled me back from a deep sleep I was not ready for. A truly horrible, scary, painful event has provided an unexpected sense of gratefulness, that I embrace as a gift. The intensity of closeness between myself and husband, children, friends and siblings borders on a holy experience for me