Aging & Attitude
Looking exhausted, I pay for an empty cardboard cup and turn toward the coffee carafe.
“Let me help you with that,” the clerk says and takes back the brown container made from recycled paper. “How do you like your coffee?” She inquires walking away with her head turned sideways.
“Medium, light, no sugar, please.” I respond and fumble my way to a nearby seat.
I am extremely thankful the hospital cafe is open after midnight and the coffee is hot and fresh.
“Thank you.” I say to the young woman with very blue eyes when she delivers my coffee.
They are the same two little words I said upstairs to the surgeons and nurses for performing a twelve-hour life saving operation on my husband.
Two little words, thank you.
Over the next few hours, days, weeks and months, I say those words repeatedly to family and friends who call to boost my sagging spirit and spoon feed me courage. Two little words that wrap themselves inside my heart and feel insufficient, so I add; so much, if only you knew or I really appreciate, to thank them for their gift of caring.
I struggle to find a way to acknowledge and return their kindness, and hope they hear the enormous gratitude sealed inside, “Thank You,” then realize their gifts are mine to keep, for me and my family to remember, relish, and treasure; help us grow in love and wisdom, two words; thank you.
They are not little.