My mother, Joy, left the hospital for a rehab center over the weekend, nine days after I instinctively pulled her out of hospice, saving her life. On my way out of the hospital for
(hopefully) the last time, I walked past the lobby gift shop and spotted something in the window: a large sign of JOY.
Of, course, I had to have it.
It’s hard to believe that less than two weeks ago, my children were planning to play Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy” on their stringed instruments at their grandmother’s memorial service. My sister and I were talking about how difficult it would be to lose our mom at the same time her name was popping up everywhere for the holidays.
Joy to the World. Peace and joy. Triumphant joy. Celebrate joy. Comfort and joy.
Now, of course, we are jumping for joy. Hooray for you, Snowy Owl Woman. Here’s to the next joyful chapter in your remarkable life. ☺️❤️