I have always felt that I have many, many good friends but I have been humbled and ever so grateful for the many wonderful friends that have offered and helped during the last week and a half since I had knee surgery. When you live alone and have been independent for most of your adult life it is difficult to ask for and even accept help. I am not sure why that is….it just is. So to require Allen’s help with the dogs for many, many months and having to have someone wait on me for several days after the surgery and even now to have someone chauffeur me to appointments is disconcerting. And while I am blessed to have so many caring friends there is nothing quite like having family check in. (This may not make much sense to those of you who live in the same community with your family members but trust me, it is special.)
Most of you know that I am from Georgia, born and raised, and that is where my family – small though it is – just Brother and Sister and their families – still lives. We don’t get together as often as I would like but as often as we can with everyone’s busy lives. So last night when Brother came to visit it was like a tonic. There is something about reminiscing about crazy things we did as kids, places we visited, etc. and all the laughing that ensues that does something to aid in healing. One of the stories we recalled last night was about Sliding Rock, a place we used to go to as kids when we camped in North Carolina. My folks enjoyed camping and we did a lot of it as kids all around the southeast. There was an article in Southern Living Magazine in the August issue about the South’s Best Swimming and Watering Holes and it was featured for the North Carolina entry. I was telling Brother about the article (See it here) and we laughed about how we used to slide and slide down this natural water slide as it was always a favorite highlight of any trip to that area. Brother’s best memory of it was how at the end of the day the “ass was worn out of his shorts”! LOL Laughter is the best medicine!