This past week has been filled with texts, posts, e-mails, phone calls, and face to face expressions of three of the most precious words to hear–
“Are you okay?”
I’ve said ’em, I’ve read ’em, I’ve typed ’em, and I’ve even skyped ’em.
Are. You. Okay?
Aren’t they powerful? To be in the midst of a hard time and have someone come in, take your hands, and look you in the eye and ask that question. Someone who really cares about your answer. Or open up an email notification and those be the introductory words. Or get a text out of the blue with those words or their very close first cousin words–
“How are you?”
It’s been a hard week in many ways, but it has had its brighter moments. Most of those involve someone I love and one or the other of these three word questions. In three words I feel embraced, cared about, and like I matter to someone. With those three words I am seeking to convey all of those things, but mostly I am saying, “I love you and I really want to know that you are okay.”
Because sometimes okay is good enough, okay is real and raw and honest, acknowledging that while all might not be perfect or pleasant or going the way I’d like for it to, I will go on. I will move forward. Okay is I might be curled up in a ball right now, but I will eat a bite in a little while and I will get dressed and I will do the next thing. Okay is hesitantly hopeful–okay says I’m here, I showed up, and I will do it again tomorrow.
And in weeks like this, I’ll take it.
I’m okay. Thanks for checking.
How are you?
Love to all.
P.S. Before I hit publish, I was doing the nightly wrapping up around here, and I remembered this that made me smile. About the time Daddy became bedridden in his fight with lymphoma, I came across a Youtube personality, Glozell. (watch this one or this one if you are curious) She made me laugh, but what I remember the most was her introduction. “Is you okay? Is you? Good. ‘Cause I wanted to know.” I started greeting Daddy that way, and it made him laugh. And because I really did want to know if he was, contextually speaking, okay. Okay was a gift in those days. And some days it still is. Love to all.