My older brother dropped me on my head when I was a baby and he was only four.
They rushed me to the hospital, and my brother tells the story of seeing Mom, worried look on her face, not knowing what the doctors would say, nor whether there would be any permanent damage (whether there was or note is a debate we can have—later).
He wanted to help, to fix things, make things all right again.
He somehow managed to get a cup of coffee poured, and he went to Mom in the living room and said “Would you like a cup of coffee?”
Today, Mom got to follow the ambulance carrying Dad down to Virginia Mason hospital in Seattle. He’s been fighting pancreatic cancer, and a number of other ailments that plague eighty-year-old men. She had to drive in the pouring rain, of course.
Dad is probably fine, and he’s receiving the best of care, but from 1,500 miles away it’s frustrating.
I want to help, to fix things, to make things all right again. I want to go to the hospital and sit there with her and say “Mom, would you like a cup of coffee?”
If you’ve ever had a situation like this, tell me about it in the comments section below.