A week ago we wondered if our trip to Rhode Island was just wishful thinking- well that’s what I was thinking. Tuvia was packed in his head.
Monday morning yes, we were on rt. 95 slowly inching our way to Newport, Rhode Island. I was anxious. I tried not to ask Tuvia every 3 minutes how he was feeling. Maybe it was every 10 minutes, but he was patient, and mostly satisfied me with a “yes”.
I was remembering my phone call with Jonathan in May when he called to personally invite us to his summer wedding to Lisa. He wasn’t sure exactly how it was all going to happen but given the usual glossy weddings we attend his vague excitement was warm and refreshing and after a month of Tuvia’s overnights in Englewood Hospital a few nights in Newport with a small and casual house wedding seemed perfect for both of us even if I was anxious.
Sadly we didn’t get to meet Jonathan’s parents for dinner the night we arrived but both of us needed down time to dust off the highway caravan.
We were happy to be away with the marina just outside our room and outdoor eating everywhere.
2:00 and I was just getting ready to dress and leave for the ceremony but Tuvia wasn’t on board. His heart was not behaving- racing… calling out to us to stop and take notice and we wondered if we could continue. But one more pill and in 15 minutes Tuvia was starting to feel better and smiling, encouraging me to continue to prep and soon we were both ready, back in the car and following the GPS just 5 minutes to the home of Renee Hobbs, Jon’s PdH mentor.
Lovely, everything was lovely. If we were ever to marry( we won’t) I have the perfect rabbi in mind from the wedding we attended last year in Maine and as participated in this wedding I saw a version of it for us. ( Just imagining)
This is all to say, that as we left Jonathan, Lisa, Renee and Jon’s family behind in respect to Tuvia’s energy or lack of, in the summer heat, we were back in our lives sharing our moment with the newly weds.
Home again without traffic this time. We unpacked and prepared to return to work- my work, his work.
Thursday- work for both of us. I returned to New Paltz and Tuvia back to his Medicade patients at two of the Bergen nursing homes he takes care of. We were both welcome warmly.
Yesterday I was climbing(in my car) Black Rock Mt. to visit one of YWP camps and get the news that our book is officially out for sale on Amazon and with NWP and elsewhere.
How about that week?