|For Hazel Rose Ireland|
At the hospital, everyone is waiting for something. Some are waiting to be born, others to die. Patients are waiting for pain meds or for the nurse to answer their call button. People are waiting for procedures to be done and for the test results. They are waiting to see loved ones, waiting for a doctor, waiting to be admitted, or waiting to be discharged. Workers are waiting for their shift to end.
I took yarn and crocheted to help pass the time. I read magazines and snacked on pretzels. I walked the halls and played solitaire on my phone. I made calls and talked with doctors. It has been much easier to wait knowing that I was where I was supposed to be. I was there for her and for my family. There's a peace with that.
To every thing there is a season...