Melancholy. A sober thoughtfulness; pensiveness.
It’s not a day to post… but I had some thoughts and felt like jotting them down.
It’s the first cool rain, and I’m washed. Emotionally.
Today I participated in an event called the “Great Day of Service”. My church coordinates this amazing effort once a year when aproximatly 300 people go out to 30 sites and ‘serve’. The site I went to today was that of an elderly couple. They just needed TLC in their home. We did that. I felt good, my heart felt joy.
Then I went home. And I couldn’t stop thinking about that couple. I thought about when the woman began to tear up as we were cleaning the home. I thought about her husband with Parkinson’s – and that she felt he would die soon; he’s stopped taking his meds. I wondered what they were having for dinner. I wanted to bring them dinner. I wanted to bring them to my home, so she could play my piano. I was thinking about her singing and dancing when we hooked up her stereo that she hasn’t listened to for years. I thought about the food they had in the pantry cupboard that was reorganized. I just remembered I forgot to tell her how it was organized so she could find things…her eye site is bad. There isn’t that much ‘good’ food there.
It’s now 9:00pm and it’s started to rain. The first cold rain. And I worried about their roof that leaks. I worried about them being warm enough. Tonight I prayed for them.
I didn’t think something so small would melt into my heart.