Perspective

Last week, one of the human children of the Old Folks called me at the office. This person has never called me before, and having the point of view of an old person, I immediately jumped to the worst case scenario and assumed that meant that one of the Old Folks had died.

Nope. Just an invitation to a party. Whew.

So, I was not at all expecting the call this afternoon to tell me that the Old Woman was gravely ill and in the hospital. Oh how quickly perspective can change. Suddenly the "have to dos" don't really have that much importance. Shuffling the calendar around is suddenly easily achieved. Puzzle pieces fit together or are chucked out. And the silly little annoyances of the day disappear. Amazing how fast that all can happen.

I'll be headed to the "old homestead" this week. I'm not sure exactly what my role will be. I suspect that the Old Woman will try to pretend it's not as bad as it is. And, I'm not sure how much the human children will want or need my input.

But, since the Old Woman quite literally saved my life once upon a time, I feel the need to at least let her know I'm there.

It's important that I get to tell her that I love her. I'm not sure how often I've said it. Surely, not enough. But, life isn't long . . . it's short . . . and you have to make amends and let people know you care when you have your opportunities.