I don’t know about you guys, but whenever someone I know has an illness or death in a family, I never think to send a card. It seems so small and trival compared to what they are going through. I always want to do something bigger but I usually can’t, so somehow I end up doing nothing at all.
Yesterday we were hanging out with my dad and discussing the possibility of him going back to the hospital temporarily today (which is what happened – this will be a good thing, I think). I glanced up at the mantle and saw all these cards. For a second I felt a little stronger and I finally got it.