Island Living

We returned yesterday from a 3 day trip to Put-in-Bay Island, in Lake Erie. This is the 4th or 5th time we have been there, but first time we actually slept on the island. We gathered with our far flung family to enjoy island life. We brought our bikes. We ate walleye and perch, drank Lake Erie wine and explored the island. We took ferries and swam in perfect temperature pools. We got sunburned. We didn't want to leave. The event was full of nostalgia for other island vacations we have enjoyed, and full of the miracles that were unique to this one. Our nephew only 3 weeks previously was in a serious bicycle accident and lay in an ICU, intubated and unconscious. Yesterday we were joking around on the Miller ferry. Two weeks ago I received news that the latest scan showed cancer progression, requiring a change in treatment. Two days ago I was biking happily on Catawba Avenue. Four weeks ago my husband had major abdominal surgery, and three days ago he was playing with our granddaughter in the pool. My father, still recovering from heart surgery in February, tooled around on his own on a golf cart, getting lost and found again. Island living, we are the picture of health and wholeness, surrounded by water, bathed in light, covered in love.