Its a Marvelous Night for a Moondance

 

Many years ago, I worked at a Home Health Agency as their tech support person, ensuring that their hardware and software needs were met. I took my job very seriously because the Physical Therapists, Occupational Therapists, and Nurses were out in the field treating patients. If they didn’t have the data they needed, their job would become significantly harder. I was proud to be their point person, knowing that I was supporting a team whose work profoundly impacted people's lives.

To succeed as a home health professional, you must be smart, independent, and compassionate. This agency was home to some of the best clinicians I have ever encountered. In fact, they were not just exceptional professionals but also some of the best people I’ve had the privilege to know. Their dedication and kindness inspired me deeply. They made me want to be a better person.

Before this chapter of my career, I worked for a satellite company. At first, I was thrilled. I’ve always loved space, and the thought of contributing to that field was exhilarating. Unfortunately, I quickly discovered that the company was one of the more poorly run organizations I had ever come across. This contrast made me appreciate my role at the Home Health Agency even more, where collaboration and meaningful work created an environment where I could truly thrive.

After working in such a toxic atmosphere, transitioning to the home health agency felt like I could breathe again, and it was a welcome relief. The positivity and purpose in that environment were like finding a place where I truly belonged—a home where my contributions mattered, and I was part of something meaningful.

What made my time at the Home Health Agency even more special was the lifelong bonds formed with a group of extraordinary people. They became more than friends, they became my family. We shared laughter, challenges, and moments that strengthened our connection beyond work. Even though we faced the heartbreak of losing Christopher from cancer, his memory continues to inspire and unite us. Lossing him left a void that we still feel, but his memory continues to bring us together, reminding us of the love we share.

While several in our group have moved to different places, our sisterhood remains unshaken. Peg’s cabin in the breathtaking mountains of West Virginia serves as our sanctuary, a place where laughter echoes, tears are shared, and love heals. These gatherings are a testament to the strength of the bond we forged years ago, and they remind us of the importance of cherishing the people who enrich our lives. 

This past weekend, on March 28th, we reunited once again at the cabin aptly named 'Moondance.' As always, the hours seemed to disappear as we talked late into the night, catching up on each other’s lives while savoring martinis, cocktails, and wine. The meals were nothing short of extraordinary, thanks to the culinary and bartending talents of the group.

All good things must come to an end, and Sunday arrived way too quickly. With tearful goodbyes came, a moment filled with equal parts sadness and gratitude for the memories we'd made and our lasting friendship. The only comfort was the certainty that we would meet again, and the promise of future laughter, love, and connection.

Since I moved and semi-retired, two Hugh changes in my life, the connection with my Wonderful Women of West Virginia has taken on a deeper significance. There is nothing better than knowing you have a group of people who truly understand you, who can share in life's joys and provide solace during its challenges. Our time together is a reminder that even as life moves on, the bonds we cherish remain constant and unwavering. 

To emphasize the importance of Food and Drink in our weekends, I have decided to highlight them in separate posts. My plan going forward is to post Monday and Wednesday.