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Elita Sohmer Clayman

The Pink Boots And Dress And Doubling On Love

Last night I added another fine medical person to my Elita’s list. I had the Elita list long before Angie’s list became popular and became a
business. I went up at 5 pm to get an x-ray at Ortho Md at the Quarry location
which is now open from 430 PM-730PM Monday through Thursday for immediate ortho
problems. I go there anyway during regular hours for other problems, but this
was for a now and new problem. The attending help was kind and courteous; three
nice young persons, Sean, Angela and Stacy took care of me and the physician on
duty, Dr. Robert  Riederman was kind, knowledgeable,
competent and quite charming, which is pretty wonderful, when the patient is in
pain. He got me four x-rays and read them and gave me a shot in the shoulder
after examining it.

A quite should I say ‘pleasant’ visit and I was home in one
hour. I had a connection here for a medical visit and it helped me out a lot.

There are many other connections in life which are even more
important, like to our families and friends. We see that a lot now during the last
four days with the Connecticut tragedy. Robbie Parker whose darling daughter
Emilie was a victim said of her “she cheered up those who loved her.” Another
mother told of her daughter wanting to wear her new Christmas outfit to school
that day. It was a beautiful pink dress and a pair of pink boots. The mom tried
to tell her it was for the holiday and she insisted to wear it. She did and she
was killed wearing the outfit she loved. All sad stories of youngsters who
never got the chance to still be kids, to graduate from various schools, to
love and experience all the December holidays forever, who went to college,
married and had kids of their own. They are gone. I heard the expression this
week, we should “double down on love” This means I guess to give some extra and double love to our immediate love ones and our friends too.

I use to tell my children “I love you up to the sky.” It meant I could not love them higher than the sky, which was very far away. Of
course, when man walked on the moon, we could have changed it to I love you
high up to the moon.

I have related before in these articles how I never got a chance to tell Dad goodbye forty-eight years ago, because of a parking problem
at the hospital he was in. There were no controlled parking lots then run by
regular lot firms, where you check in and get a ticket when you arrive and pay
as you leave for the hours you were there. Then in those days, you rode around
and prayed to be able to park. It was full and I had to park about two blocks
away on a separate area. I ran across the wet grass as fast as I could when I
was called to come, even parked in a no parking area and I got there and he was
gone. The policeman told me there not to park, and I said my dad is dying and I
do not care.

Dad knew I loved him and I had seen him the day before and I was sad, I did not have that one last moment.

So even with good health, no hospital visits needed and other deterrents to seeing or speaking or emailing loved ones, try to tell them
you love them often, up to the sky, to the moon or whatever. You will be double
downing on your love, just words, but powerful and so meaningful. You will have
the connection, the love connection and what better in life is that thought?

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