Rain and storm filled 2014. I was very sick, sick enough that I didn’t even know I was in the world. I saw my illness through the eyes of others, my brother who traveled to see me when I didn’t even know his name, my cousin who came and was so alarmed by my situation, my sister-in-law who insisted that I needed to move nearby so that they could help care for me, and my grieving husband who thought he had lost me more than once.
It is easier now to look back at all those stormy times and to realize that my sunset sky is back, filled with the color of new life. Dialysis for seven hours every day is a strain for us, but it is also life-giving. It is indeed a cloud that floated into my life. It also adds color to my sunset sky. And I so love color.