I used to be what's known as a 'Key Spouse' for my husband's squadron. The KS is a point of contact for the spouses of deployed members...we're there to point people in the right direction should they need help, and also to keep a general eye on everyone. I had a lot of fun doing that job; I met and worked with some very cool people. In fact, the two commanders I worked for are now both Lt Col's, and one's landed himself an influential position at the Pentagon...that's tres cool for me, because I can name drop!
When we first got here, the KS program was almost non-existent. I wasn't in any situation to offer to help either - I had my hands full with working for legal, then Dave deployed, I had surgery etc etc etc. So, I took a back seat and watched.
Until 3 weeks ago. The new First Sgt sent out an email to the military members, saying he was looking for KS volunteers. I replied, he called me to talk, and things just fell into place. I had coffee with the commander's wife (who is a lot like me and who I'm starting to think very highly off because she's such a cool chick) and a couple other spouses (we're also a lot alike; I think that all successful cop's wives are that way) and we came up with some great ideas of how to work this program in our squadron.
Tonight was training night. I'm already certified, but this is a new base, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to go see and be seen. I learned some new things and I got along really well with the instructor, but....not so much the other chicks that were there. Most of them were officer's wives, and the ones that weren't were a lot younger than I. I don't know any of them, so I'm not going to talk about them, but...let's just say that we're not going to be having lunch together any time soon, if ever. We've got nothing in common, and that's all I'm going to say about that. Now, MY commander's wife, the chick who's married to the dude who runs the cop squadron - I do really well with her. She's awesome, and I'm looking forward to working with her.
So, as of tomorrow I'm back in the KS saddle. And also tomorrow, I get assigned a patient.
My coordinator called me this morning and asked me to go talk with her tomorrow afternoon. They had an influx of new patients recently, and they need me. Immediately, she said. So, I'm going to see her tomorrow, and I'm going to get my hospice volunteering underway. I'm scared.....it's not everyday you get to visit with and become attached to a person who has 6 months or less to live, and it's not an everyday occurrence to share as intimate an experience as death with someone. In fact, I'd even go so far as to say that being there when someone dies is an honor.
I've been sitting around for weeks, almost waiting for something to happen. Then, in the space of a couple of days all kinds of things happen and I'm suddenly needed (other than in my own home, that is. I'm always needed here).
You know, the older I get the more I'm able to see the universe at work (I call it the universe, some people call it god, other people call it....well, whatever they call it). I can see that there's a time and a place for everything, and that if things don't happen for you...well, it just wasn't your time or your turn. I can also see how sometimes, shit just happens. There isn't any rhyme or reason to it, it just happens and you're left to deal with things. But out of that randomness comes order; the shit that happens brings about the time and the place, if that makes sense.
The time for me to help wasn't right before today. But it's right now, and I'm needed, and I'm not going to say 'no'.
I'm saying 'yes'.