Candle of hope

A gentle rain is falling.  I hear it on the roof and it comforts me after a tough day.  It's day 10 of my husband's illness.  I have been cooking, serving, cleaning, steeping tea and shopping for groceries.  It started with a flu, then a cough and the cough has now become bronchitis.  I am out of patience, not physically tired, just finished with this illness.  Since my children are all quarantined  we set up an Easter zoom meeting, but my husband played with all the tablet buttons throughout the meeting.  And technology is not a substitute for a warm hug from my children and grandchildren.  I am searching for connectedness.  Perhaps playing a video game with my husband, once he gets medicine for his cough, or playing an online game in real time with my son and daughter.  In spite of the quarantine and my husband's cough, he and I celebrated our 45th wedding anniversary with a wonderful meal.  I saw a photo of Pope Francis lying prostrate praying and I think I should do the same.  Knock, knock, knock on Heaven's door praying that the virus will go away, the sick will be healed, the grieving will be comforted.  Our parish priest suggested that I place a candle in the window--a candle of hope.