Gerri read her blog and liked it

I saw Gerri yesterday. She was home from the hospital, I hadn't seen her for a week. What a difference a week can make. The terrible pain spikes Gerri is going through takes away a bit of her strength every time. As a consequence Gerri was a bit dopey, but her pain was controlled. The transfer from the hospital to the apartment went well and she could navigate the few steps to her floor. So, I expected her to lay down for a nap in the hospital bed in the living room, but she rallied and we sat down and opened her computer. We went through the email messages and then she read all of the posts on the blog, including your comments.

It's Gerri's blog and she insisted that I add my picture to it, so that people could see who is writing the posts. I objected, but, if you know Gerri, that doesn't get you very far. You can't argue with the woman. So, I added my picture, but I have my sun glasses on!

Gerri's focus now is on her son's visit, her beloved Bartholomew Mokuh (with the unpronounceable last name). I think I'll start calling him Mokuh now, or Barthi, as he is also known... Bartholomew is a mouth full. He'll see her next Friday, arriving on the Island from Baltimore on Thursday night in Comox. He'll spend the night at my place, and is picked up to be driven to Campbell River next day. In one of his emails he hinted at his eventful relationship with Gerri, I think there might be a book in that story.

Then I remembered that I had this on my desktop from April last year. Didn't want to loose it. It's an interview with Gerri, giving a tiny glimpse into the life of the woman we all love. 'My Hand on the Bush".

Home Tomorrow?

That's the plan. Gina is traveling this evening back to Campbell River to prepare to receive Gerri home from the hospital. Yesterday Gerri had a good day. Arrangements have now been made for Gerri's beloved son, Bartholomew, to visit her next week. He is traveling from Baltimore to see her. So let's all think good thoughts that the weather furies take a break from January 20 to 24.

It's too long to tell here, but if you know Gerri's story and its twists and turns that started to unfold last summer, you'd also know that Bahá'u'lláh had orchestrated every moment of it perfectly. So, I am sure that He'll continue to supervise the next few weeks, weather, visits, and all. Actually, if any of us were in charge of getting that many 'ducks in a row'--and the waters were thick with ducks--we wouldn't have been able to do it.

Think good thoughts anyway!