I’m grateful for radiant examples of love. Meet my aunt. She is a vital 87 years-young, like her older brother full of great genes, and she is the most loving, serene, generous-of-spirit person that I think I have ever known. She exudes a quiet strength that inspires, but only ever with the intent to love.
Last Friday she was in town to attend my Kansas City Symphony debut, and the night before she fell down an entire flight of stairs. She was rushed to the Emergency Room, held overnight, and at noon the next day was being operated on for her broken wrist. She made the doctors release her by 2:30 so she could make the concert. She’s 87, fell down a full flight of stairs, ONLY broke a wrist, had surgery and less than 24 hours later was applauding me (with her one good hand).
With all that is happening in our world, to know that a person like this is alive and (thankfully) well, is no minor miracle.