There are two women who work at the nursing home where my father resides now. One is a physical therapist, the other, an activity coordinator. Both are women of exceptional character. I don't have the words to express how much I admire and respect them, as well as the work that they do. I stumble out of there sometimes, blinded by sorrow and exhaustion, but they stay behind, caring for our loved ones - and always, and I mean this, ALWAYS with a smile and a cheerful word.
Kathleen is a ray of sunshine. Annie is goodness personified. To each I owe a debt that will never be repaid. But I'm trying. Annie is getting a quilt - I'm not ready to show that to you yet. But Kathleen's gift is drying on the line this morning and once I finish the beading, she will have it - and I hope that it will relay to her how much she means to me and my family.
'It's the sun in the belly with a million rays.
The rest is nothing.
It's only for that reason that Matisse is Matisse -
-Pablo Picasso
Kathleen and Annie not only carry the sun, they are transmitters, they spread it over us like a favorite shawl.