I’ve spent way too much time in recovery centers this past year. Thank goodness it wasn’t for me, but for several of my friends and extended family. I don’t care for these places at all and I never ever want to be in one. Perhaps my fear of the inevitable, yet just the same, dear Lord, please never.
My daughter Tawnya is in town. She’s here to look after her Mom (my first x yet best friend) Bev, recovering from major back surgery at Wesley Homes Health Center here in Des Moines, Washington.
Now how’s that for a set up?
Anyhow, Tawn and I are taking a break and heading out to get some dinner. As we’re walking down the hallway we can hear someone playing Amazing Grace on the piano in the lobby. As we enter the room, and this is truly where the Amazing Grace happens, we listen for a bit then introduce ourselves to Elsie Anderson.
My mind and heart race in every imaginable direction. Elsie, from West Seattle is in her 90’s, wheelchair bound, hunched over from the ravages of time and legally blind. Yet, she fills the entire room with her radiance.
We listened to her play a few tunes then briefly chatted for a minute and I felt as if I drank from the well that replenishes your soul. What a delightful chance encounter. Thank you Elsie Anderson! I needed that.