It’s Saturday night and I’m sitting at the hospital with my brothers Sandy, and Aidan, and my sister-in-laws Becky, and Shannon. Bernie is sound asleep down the hall (thank you sedatives, morphine, and a healthy brew of other pharmacological treats), thankfully oblivious to the machines that go bing, and hopefully dreaming about something more exciting than his hospital bed.
Yup, tonight’s gathering makes for a rather bizarre little family reunion, but a family reunion nonetheless.
At any other family reunion we’d likely be sharing a meal with several bottles of wine; laughing and carrying on. Tonight, it’s a little different. There is no food. There is no wine. But rest assured, there is a lot of laughter. Which is exactly what I think we need. Despite the severity of the situation, laughter in my opinion is always welcome. That’s not to say that there aren’t tears; there are. But overall, most of our time has been spent chatting about this and that, and laughing. Heartily.
Overall, a pretty awesome Saturday night given the situation.