I spent some time on Long Island this past month. A week of which was spent between Brookhaven and Stony Brook hospitals with my dad.I had some time on one of my last days there, to grab lunch in the Stony Brook cafeteria. It was beautifully hot and sunny and I was desperate for some fresh air. I grabbed my vegan dumplings (yeah, that's right...hospital food has come into its own,) and made out for the patio.
In the corner of the 3rd floor roof, sat a metal swing. A metal porch swing is the best way to describe it. Why metal? Cleanliness...efficiency....who knows but definitely not for the peaceful sound.
I scrambled onto it and started swinging. Creeeekkkkkk....squeeeaaakkkk....I swung like I was back on Barton Elementary's playground. Creeeekkkkkk......squeeeaaakkkkk....my smile started. Creeeekkkkkk......squeeeaaakkkkk.....I started laughing.
I knew that there were dozens of people in my life my parents, aunts and uncles, TJ, Karen, friends, Lauri, Alyssa, Stacia, Laura, Christine, Jen, Ami, Shannon, Kathy and Sparky, Kerry and Kevin, brothers and sisters in law, and cousins who would laugh with me and that they were right there with me enjoying the heck out of that 5 minute breath of fresh air on a squeaky, metal porch swing on a roof of a hospital.
They were there with me.
Thank you.
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OK Rach....youre right I smiled, laughed and with tears in my eyes I salute you. I love finding moments like that. Its the simple things sometimes. remember that moment, and always search for that porch swing when you need it! I love you!
Betsy
:) with you - definitely.
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