Thinking on my Dad today

It was a busy night. Saturday night.

There were countless young men who had broken themselves in so many different ways (oh, being a mother never stops being hard.)

There were old women who were alone sick, no-one there to hold their hand, it will be okay.

And Dad.

Dad who was having a moment, and it was making us a have a moment, and it was causing the nurses and interns to have a more than a moment.

But they just couldn’t get it to work, they could not do what needed to be done next.

Someone said ‘we need Grace’ and ran off.

I thought yes, yes we do need grace, and sent a smile to the old dear in the bed opposite.

Grace glided in.

Buzz cut, long shorts, Blundstone booted Grace.

And I realised calm is an angelic quality, we all need a Grace.

Sometimes you are not just in the hands of the divine, sometimes you are handed one of their gifts.

20/11/21