As you saw in the previous blog, Jan will be out and about in less than four weeks.
MOVE- We are planning a move to the West, closer to the communities of support Jan and I have. We have requested help for packing and some muscle for the actual move. To avoid chaos -at least in this aspect- and having too many people showing up. Please let us know your plans and give us two options. We will make a list and let everyone know when your help would be most effective.
ONGOING SUPPORT -People who want to be on 'the list' for ongoing support should email their,
name,
phone number(s),
email(s) and
whether they have a car,
what days/times typically they are available
to jan_get_well@yahoo.ca [Corrected by Steve. jan_get_well @ yahoo.ca]
Many thanks for the amazing love you have shown for Jan and I during the last 85 days. We have made it this far because of your generous hearts.
-Fede
Jan had a brain hemorhage on February 10,2006. Against all odds, she survived and has gone far on her recovery. Her ordeal has been a source of pain and limitations, but also it has been a source of inspiration and learning for many. This blog is a caregiver's account. We hope one day she will tell her own story with her own words. -FC
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If my heart was a river
If my heart was a river,
it would bear no scars,
it would embrace the rocks,
turn, roll and explode
in a joyful laughter
dissipated in white foam.
If my heart was a river,
it would bear no scars
when the curious child
sent that flat-rounded stone
skipping over the surface,
leaving ever growing rings,
soon to be hidden
in the memory of its flow.
If my heart was a river,
it would bear no scars,
when my love dipped her feet
in its waters to cool her day,
or when she raised her voice
to stop its flow,
or when she mixed
her tears with my waves.
But my heart is not a river,
it bears scars
as if it was wearing
the fingerprints of life.
F. Carrillo
Orest, a good friend of mine put music to the poem. You can listen to it here:
http://odeo.com/episodes/2000824-Heart-Like-a-River-September-27-session-mix
it would bear no scars,
it would embrace the rocks,
turn, roll and explode
in a joyful laughter
dissipated in white foam.
If my heart was a river,
it would bear no scars
when the curious child
sent that flat-rounded stone
skipping over the surface,
leaving ever growing rings,
soon to be hidden
in the memory of its flow.
If my heart was a river,
it would bear no scars,
when my love dipped her feet
in its waters to cool her day,
or when she raised her voice
to stop its flow,
or when she mixed
her tears with my waves.
But my heart is not a river,
it bears scars
as if it was wearing
the fingerprints of life.
F. Carrillo
Orest, a good friend of mine put music to the poem. You can listen to it here:
http://odeo.com/episodes/2000824-Heart-Like-a-River-September-27-session-mix
3 comments:
I emailed to the address on your post but it bounced back. I will help you move, and I have a car. My typical availability is never, but I will make time in the evening or on the weekend.
Orest
thanks DN for correcting the email address.
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