We’ve got some visits to make, our version of gratitude, profound and abiding gratitude.
Most of all and first and always of all, there’s Diane. She kept Jason…day in and night out…from slipping away. She kept him with chin up more than drooping. She kept him to realize Jason is our son, Jason is a father to Jackson, Aiden and Noah.
There’s the City of Austin fellow employees who have donated time and money to support Jason, so he can make it back to work with them.
There’s Amy and Amanda at Wells Fargo.
There’s Vino, Alicia, Shawna, Carissa, Joey, Cindy, Rodney at Randall’s.
There’s Jim at the post office.
There’s Fernando at our post office pick-up box.
There’s best friends ever, Mike and Art.
There’s Catherine and Chuck [recover from back surgery, fella!] and Peter and Bob at St. David’s.
There’s Elizabeth in Austin area UCC ministry.
There’s Dale and Cheryl and Paul and Brian, relatives dear and near.
There’s Tom and Jill in Portland.
There’s the doctors and nurses and therapists at Seton Hospital, Cornerstone Rehab Hospital and Austin Neuro Rehab Center who literally saved Jason’s life, especially our neurosurgeon, Dr. Ashour who acted in a heartbeat so Jason’s heart would keep beating.
There’s those I cannot remember now, but they are alive in my heart…their words, their notes, their prayers for strength and hope.
And in long-distance, with a personal word to each, the best guides in the world [Zorba, Bob, Rabbi Guide in particular], relatives, abiding friendships, that include NIKE [thank you, Lisa and Tom and David] and PGA [thank you, Wiren] touchbases, 60 year classmates from Jefferson High School [especially Jeannette and Doug], ministers from my journey, especially John Thomas and Fred Trost [and Margaret Trost, an angel impersonating a human being!].
There’s my new very special friend, Jessica Cox, who tapped her love and prayers with her toes and Hugh and Jane in Tucson and Don and Barbara in Colorado Springs.
Thanks and a tip of my fishing hat to my favorite Cowboy in New Mexico, the very Slim Randles himself.
There’s the unnamed who listened and nodded and said, “Our prayers for you and Jason and Diane.”
Our visiting, because the “Austin Prayer Warriors” have asked, is when he’s ready, Jason and Diane and I will visit so Jason can nod and hug. Eyes will not remain dry.
Such a special day. Jason’s coming home! Even more, though, to me a day when the future refuses to be dull and cloudy…all the time.
Most of all, very most of all, THANK YOU, GOD, and JESUS and the LIVING SPIRIT OF HEALING. AMEN! Hallelujah!