Waiting

Or maybe more like idling in neutral. This is, or has the potential to be a strange week for me.
Tomorrow is the 8 year anniversary of the death of my Dad and being a Daddy's girl that's a huge thing. Friday is the 6 year anniversary of a much beloved friend, who died after a way more than valiant fight with ovarian cancer. Wedged in between these is Thursday and I will be on "duty" that day. My dearly departed's best friend is having a tumor removed from his kidney so I'm on the night shift his first night post op. We talked last night. He's glad I will be there. I am glad I will be there. I am inextricably woven with his family. They are "my family." They are the ones who can walk in and camp and know where everything is. Same goes when I go to their house. And where am I going with this? I'm reading Jules recount of her D Day as she calls it. Her story and walk into faith touch me deeply. And it is the Lenten season which is my favorite time of year.
The ash reminds me that we are just that. Ash. During Lent I become profoundly introverted and introspective. Yes, even though I'm all ga-ga over the new U2 CD! I still allow myself to snap! But the whole picture of the week is not lost on me, I still see him sitting at my husband's beside at 6 a.m. and the whole wave just rolls back and washes over me. Like a holy bath the water is cleansing, not overpowering. And for me, I will sit in peace and wait this through because I know that this is what I am always called to do.