Sunrise at the Island

The last time I was at the island, our dad took us to Daddy’s for our 50th birthday.

Twelve years flew by. My twin sister is having surgery on Friday, after 18 days distressed.

It is different from being Richard’s right-hand friend and all that entails—he is 79, has cerebral palsy, and is now bedbound.

OMG, I had the chance to leave for 15 hours, and I took it. A friend took me in my son’s truck. He replaced the front brakes and drums a couple of weeks ago.

The wind was outrageous, the waves were roaring at high tide, and the sky was full of clouds. Then at 3 a.m., there was a full panoramic view of the entire sky. It was incredible. I slept in the truck for a few hours, and then at 6:30 a.m. I woke up to the most beautiful sunrise. Furthermore, I only had a few minutes to take photos.

Well, things have changed. For the first time in 21 years, last night I made my bed in my closet. My sister is in my bed, and her husband is in the living room on an air mattress with memory foam.

I folded my queen-size memory foam mattress, added some covers and pillows, and placed two small fans. It was interesting, to say the least.

Dad gets the results from his nuclear heart tests later today. I am not a morning person, so getting up this early feels extra difficult. It has already been a very full week.

I am at a loss for words. It has been a hard twenty-nine months. My writings have helped me through for twenty-six years. They have been important to me from the very beginning—each one of them.

Take care, and know all I want to be is “In Presence of Spirit.”

Wendy