On therapy days, Mer, Ace, Court and I would squeeze into the gold escort wagon, wheelchair and walker in tow, heading to the Good Samaritan in Puyallup. My kids were still in school and if we ran late, there was a great after school program right on campus. The therapy sessions, (Thank Godness, Yes, Godness!) were in succession. We would hustle Mer into the hospital, leave her and her tools of the trade with her first therapist, then head to the closest 7-11. There I would let Ace and Court pick a drink and snack, which always made them feel special. Then we'd head to the nearest park to play. We had two favorites. The library park, (nuff said!) and the community center park, which included a great wading pool. The kids really needed some special attention and time to just be with each other. These were nice memories.
I had quit my job, as you know, and backed off my cheer coach addiction. But I found it very difficult to explain to others, what the deal was with my sister. They'd just nod their heads with big question marks for eyes.
One day Mer and I were at the grocery store when we ran into Jaunita, she was a long time friend of Ann's that I coached with. She had met Mer on a few occasions when we were teens. She totally stumbled on her tongue and abruptly left looking dumbfounded. I didn't get it? She was always the most cordial person ever? Later that day at practice she apologized, saying, "I was in shock and didn't know what to say or how to handle myself when I saw Merrym. I can't believe what this thing has done to ravage her life!"
Over the years Mer and the family have had to learn how to deal with, being understanding when we get that same reaction from friends, relatives, doctors...
After this, the word of the Lord came to Abram in a vision: "Do not be afraid, Abram. I am your sheild, your very great reward."
Genesis 15:1
Love you Mer
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