Hotel Living

We stayed in a hotel for 3 nights and days. It was not the most pleasant of hotel stays due to several mishaps on the part of management and housekeeping, but the time away was delightful in itself.
My husband and I were able to spend time with adults. Have conversation with adults. Eat when we wanted to and only what we wanted to.
Wonderful.
But that isn't why I am writing.
I got a recipe. A bread recipe. For crossaints and a cakelike dish made out of them. A taste of heaven on earth.
However, it is the story behind the bread that is what has me writing. The bread/cake is called "Brenda's Bread". The dish was already being made by the B&B we were visiting when Steve and Brenda came to visit for a while. Brenda was in stage 4 cancer and she was not responding well to the chemo and needed a break. They came north for trip to get away and stayed in Dodge City for 4 days.
Brenda was looking pretty bleak when she got there. After 4 days she looked markedly better. Steve and Brenda credited the good hosts and the marvelous bread. She is still alive and is in fact in remission.
Another woman that was visiting this weekend was there for the poetry get together. Same as George and I. She in her daily life works with a Hospice. Marilyn related her life working with hospice and what it continues to do for those in need dealing with the end of life.
Yet another recently lost her father.

I came away realizing I needed to be there this weekend for a reason. These people had something to tell me. I had something I needed to hear. Believe it or not it did not mean dealing with death. It meant everything in dealing with life. Listening to all the stories, told me I was ok. The grief for my dad is ok and getting better. I am getting better.
Hurting for him is ok and feeling good and wishing I could tell him is ok too.
I don't need to feel guilty about it.
Everything is going to be ok.