This week started off strong - forward motion with the seed library project, and I managed to get another person involved in the project. Our daughter had her four month appointment yesterday, and the doctor was thrilled with her progress and remarked at some of the developmental milestones she's hitting months ahead of schedule. Plus they gave us a super cute tote bag full of books - we've done a hundred or so of the "thousand books before kindergarten" challenge.
But last night I got a text from my best friend on this whole planet that his mother, someone I call mom as well, is in the ER. She's got pneumonia now, as though Parkinson's and touches of dementia weren't enough of a burden. Other tests are showing that her kidney function is falling.
Her first home was firebombed because she had the audacity to teach impoverished children of color how to read in Alabama at the beginning of desegregation. She kept doing it. After she moved north she started a program for children on the spectrum before it was as understood as it is today - my friend and I and countless other people wouldn't have been the same without her skills and understanding. She took me in when I was kicked out of my home, treated me like her own child, and taught me not just skills to manage my own challenges but how to do right in the face of what's wrong. I wish my daughter could meet her and know her, to have an understanding of what it means to be a true force of good in this world.