The last couple of weeks have really kicked me on my ass, so I’m easing back into blogging again with an update.
Things with my dad have finally seemed to settle down. After FIVE visits to the doctor (three emergency, two regular) where no one seemed to know what was going on or be able to answer any questions, my parents finally encountered a doctor who had seen this kind of thing before and who came up with an actual treatment plan. Apparently with the weather the way it is and with my dad being on an herbal supplement that somehow thinned his blood, the combination was a bit too much for his body to handle and caused the nosebleeds. However, he’s got a prescription now and he seems to be doing better according to my mom which is good. But just to be sure, I’m actually leaving work early on Friday to see for myself.
On the happier side of things, I heard two pieces of good news this week.
For the first, I heard/read that one of my friends from my old wedding blogging days is pregnant! She is an absolute sweetheart and she and her lovely husband have been TTC for a while, so it is exciting to hear that their baby wish is coming true. Congratulations Kiwis! I am sure you will be great parents.
The second is a little bit different as it involves someone I know personally and actually fairly well.
(My apologies to my reading audience as I am about to get kind of sentimental here . . .)
Back when I was 17 or so, I started working at a home improvement place. A small group of us started about the same time and in that group was a boy named Henry. I didn’t work with Henry too much in the beginning and I didn’t really know what to make of him (he was 15 and looked a bit punky with his shaggy bright red hair).
However, once we started working together more often, I got to know him better and was impressed with what I saw. He was very smart and funny and kind and a genuinely nice person. Even when we would sometimes talk about heavier things (I remember at one point him talking about being picked on a bit at school because he was short), he never seemed angry or defeated by them. He just took things in stride and kept moving forward, which I thought was pretty cool for someone so young.
It’s been about 10 years now and we’ve known each other through a lot. Musical obsessions and celebrity crushes. Dating and breakups. School and work. He held my hand in the emergency room after my accident. I went to see one of his bands play at the community centre. He played music at my wedding. I met all of his friends at his big 24th birthday party.
I grew up without siblings, but after all this time and everything that’s happened, I’ve kind of come to think of Henry as my surrogate younger brother. So this week, when I found out he was graduating from Teacher’s College, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly proud of him.
There are only a handful of things I know in this grand scheme of things, but that Henry will be a wonderful teacher is one of them. Congratulations H. 🙂