When I opened the cabinet to grab an alternative to tinfoil, I moved a box of plastic utensils, and there was an unopened box of tinfoil.
I have tinfoil.
I dropped my hands and my head and wept. I wept for the little girl who left this world way too soon and for the love my Union family continues to wrap around my boys and me.
Most of my needs have been met these 29 weeks. I have tinfoil, napkins, paper towels, toilet paper and plastic utensils until 2020. While many wonderful hearts have contributed, today's "one good thing" honors my Union family's devotion and outreach as it continues to lift me up.
If I list the complexities of their loving-kindness, could I really describe the orchestrated events that occurred the day after our world ended? The meals. the people in the waiting room, the work covered, the gift cards, the books, the cards, the messages, the flowers, the contributions to scholarships, the support, the prayers that cover the three of us in boundless grace. Each time I have sat to put words to thank you, I turn away overwhelmed by the amount of love I will never be able to describe and from which I will forever be moved.
Every organization has a mission, a culture, and they each put the organization jargon into glassy print. Few, however, take words like "FAMILY" and give them hands and feet and breathe. Few contain hallways and offices that allow respect, and foster the transparency that grief requires. Few allow a member to be broken long enough to really find wholeness again. Fortunately, I work for Union, and we are FAMILY. It isn't complex after all; it's really quite simple.
I will never be able to write the words that convey my immense gratitude - each syllable falls short and the words "thank you" seem so little for actions that meant and mean so much.
While I had the privilege to be a Class Principal at Union High School, Taylor was ever vigilant that I do it the way Mr. Stauffer did. I could not miss an opportunity to say, "It's a great day to be a Redskin." and if I did, rest assured she let me know about it. She loved Union High School. I am so thankful for the joy, the friendships, the memories, the family it brought to my girl and to my boys and me.
Thank you for loving us, Union. Thank you for your continued support and prayers; I know you are still there. You won't let me think that you have forgotten, and this mother's heart is humbly grateful.
"You raise me up so I can stand on mountains. You raise me up to walk on stormy seas. I am strong, when I am on YOUR shoulders; you raise me up to more than I can be."