I drove over and saw my mother in the emergency room. "I want to go home," she said. Her glasses hid some of her black eye -- but the swelling was obvious, the cuts and scrapes on her face evident.
"Let's wait and see what they say," I counselled.
She's still there. She's been admitted. It is a good place for her. Depression has always been an issue for my mother, and Christmas is a time fraught with tears and sorrow, sighs of "what's the point", and I want it to end thinking. They'll take good care of her, I know.
A new beginning for the New Year perhaps. A new opportunity for her to get the help she needs. Perhaps an ending to life as she currently lives it. A beginning of life she can enjoy.
To everyone, I send the following wish received today from a friend. Happy New Year.
Each new day is a blank page in the diary of your life.
Follow your dreams. Work hard. Be kind.
Realize that people are the treasures in life, and happiness is the real wealth.