A Parade of Caring by Debra H. Goldstein
Tonight, a group of my friends gave me a “get well quickly” parade.
As many of you know, I had foot surgery on Monday, June 1. Happily, unlike when my foot had to be rebuilt a few years ago, this was merely the removal of hardware and a minor adjustment, so recovery will take weeks rather than months. Friends have been wonderful lending me a scooter and bringing Joel and me meals.
With the pandemic, this has been an isolating experience. Most of the friends have made their drop offs at the door, but tonight was different. A group had one person trick me into believing she was running dinner to our home. Just before she was due, she gave us a heads up. I rolled to the door, with my mask on, to be positioned to thank her. Instead, I saw 8-10 cars drive around our cul-de-sac. Each parked and the driver got out, wearing a mask, and with my permission came in and sat six feet apart so we could visit. It was only 30 minutes and we had masks, but my mask couldn’t hide my smile, gratitude, and appreciation. These women took a moment to show their care for me —- I will never be able to express the extent of mine for them.