Awhile ago I created a #happymondays Twitter hashtag to greet people with on Monday mornings, since so many people seem to really hate Mondays. But not me. I always see Monday as a fresh start to a new week full of possibilities. I reckon it’s probably 50/50 the number of people I either annoy or cheer up with my whole Happy Monday thing, but what the heck, it’s fun.
Then this morning I woke up and, as usual, had a look through my emails on the iPhone while still in bed. And I got the news I’ve been dreading for some time now, though it still hit me like a ton of bricks, that my friend Pat is in hospital and “fading fast”, heavily sedated due to being in so much pain. In a flash I went from not wanting to lose her to wishing she would let go soon so that she wouldn’t be suffering anymore. And then I decided I would have a Happy Monday anyhow, or as much as I could manage through my tears, because I knew Pat would like that. Going out for a walk now…
How’s your Monday been so far?
casa azahar 
Pat always sent her strong thoughts to people. I am trying to send peaceful ones. I hope the doctors have the sense to keep the right drugs coming.
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Sweet journey, Pat, wherever it takes you.
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Ah hell! Better than yours, but I take no satisfaction from that.
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Oh, that is hard. I’m sorry, az.
My own Monday has been relatively uneventful. Sometimes that can be a good thing.
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Sad news … these things always hit like a ton of bricks even when you’re half expecting them. This evening, we have been to visit a lady in her early eighties from our church who was rushed into hospital on Friday – she’s frail and confused and worried about her 56 year old daughter who she cares for and who has had to go into respite care.
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