“You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them.”
Desmond Tutu
Thanks, Spidey.
After the particularly harrowing week we had with Pops, this quote couldn’t ring truer.
It’s always been a struggle being three hours away from my parents, being so emotionally close to them.
And it’s always been one of my biggest fears too, one of them falling ill, and me not being able to do anything, immediately. My brother being in another country doesn’t help either.
But here is where the beauty of having a large, close-knit family comes into play.
My parents have, over the years done SO MUCH for everyone, that when they are in need, there is no shortage of people offering their support.
Even so, not everyone can commit to a long term solution.
When Pops was ill, he stayed with his niece, my cousin.
Whilst I couldn’t come down, I was given regular updates on his health. Even after the major hospital stay, once I had to come home, I received calls and messages to let me know how he was.
When I came to spend days with him, I stayed with them too. No one wanted me to be alone at Pops and Mums place.
And now, since he needs a lot of rest and recuperation, they have taken him in again, until I can come down more long-term in the holidays.
I was with him again yesterday, and he’s tired… lots of well wishers on the phone and visitors, but he’s comfortable.
My cousin and her family are really looking after him.
They really are a gift from God to us.
Pray for his speedy recovery, Peeps.
Have a peaceful Sunday ❤
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