We had an emergency about mid-week. Jerry blacked-out and fell in his bathroom at the nursing home. He has a bump on the back of his head so we think he must have hit the door jamb on the way down. He hadn't even been sitting at all, just standing, so he didn't get up too quick (it's not like my 340# husband with mobility issues can move very fast anyway). He said next thing he knew he was lying on the floor with everyone around him. So, when the nurse called me, I had to hunt down a vehicle to use so I could get over there. Fortunately, x-rays showed nothing was broken, and the ct scan didn't show anything bad going on. But because this happens at least 1-2 times each year (for as long as we've been married anyway), that means, once again, there are no obvious answers to why this happens to Jerry. That kind of stress is really hard on both of us, especially since he has medical issues rear their ugly heads so often. Most of the time nowadays, all I can do is shake my head and think, "Really, God? REALLY??"
As I sat here in my apartment last night thinking about this week – and so many other weeks like it in the past – I watched the sunset from my ninth floor windows. When we moved into this tiny apartment in August 2014, I hated it. It wasn't where we wanted to be, but financially we had to because Jerry's medical issues had used up the last cent our money and we needed to find something extremely cheap. The apartment has west-facing windows, and the first evening of our first day in this apartment showed us a marvelous sunset. I started taking a couple photos each day, and sometimes several just because the sunsets can change so quickly. Since then, I've taken photos nearly every day at sunset, and sometimes during various weather changes. I've started printing off the better ones for an album with the dates and times taken. No sunset is ever the same as any other. Neither is the weather. As we say here in Kansas, "If you don't like the weather at the moment, wait five minutes, it'll change."
Jerry has been in a nursing home for nearly three years now; his always-worsening medical issues were directly affecting my own and I could no longer be his full-time caregiver. Being separated from my husband by almost an hour's drive, with a vehicle that isn't highway worthy, has been stressful. But I continue taking sunset photos, and I make sure to mail or take copies to my husband whenever I'm able to get there. Even being apart, no matter what happens in life, we trust God because He knows what He's doing.
I want to share with you the photo I took on March 21, 2015... the cross in the sky. It's a reminder from God that he gave me Kansas sunsets to admire and be thankful for the amazing beauty He has provided to all of us in this world
"The Mighty One, God, the Lord, speaks and summons the earth from the rising of the sun to where it sets. From Zion, perfect in beauty, God shines forth." [Psalm 50:1-2]