Wanting room

This morning started early. We arrived at the hospital around 5:30. Soon after we arrived, Dad and Carolyn were escorted back to the pre-op area, leaving me with the bags of stuff to fill our time in the family waiting room. This waiting room is mysterious. I can't help but think of the person that sat in the chair I'm in today, yesterday, or the one who sits in it tomorrow.

As I sit here I look around and see 40 to 50 other people all representing a father, mother, friend, aunt, uncle, daughter, son, co-worker and Friend who in some way is affected by this terrible disease. There are many families in this room. There are many stories in this room. There is much faith in this room. We all have something in common in this room; we all want something better. This waiting room is a Holy Place. Maybe not to everyone, but to me it is. There is love in this room, I can taste it. There is faith in this room, I can see it. There is Hope in this room, I can sense it. We are in this waiting room, living with each other. Waiting room, wanting more.