Interesting fact about my husband. The name Nuri comes from the root "Nur" which means light. Yesterday was his birthday, and just as he was ending a late night of working Tuesday he was closing browser windows and I noticed his Chrome browser looked like this:
|Nuri holds his son in the NICU,|
December 7, 2002
I met two Turkish sisters, one two years older than the other, halfway around the world. These two pretty sisters had met two American military men in a nightclub and they each married those men. The younger one happily married an army sergeant and they raised two lovely daughters. The older sister married a dashing officer and they moved back to the U.S. She thought she was living a dream life with a fairy tale ending in Texas. One day she and her husband were driving back from a trip when another vehicle T-boned theirs. She woke up two weeks later in a hospital room unable to move. Her husband had been released from the hospital a week earlier with minor injuries and was standing in her room. A team of doctors was discussing what kind of quality of life she would have. They told him one leg would be shorter than the other. She would require several more surgeries. She would need to learn to walk again. They did not know what her brain function would be. Certainly, the internal damage combined with a shattered hip meant she could never bear children. She heard it all of course. She was in traction but awake. Her hearing was working perfectly. Her lead surgeon said that she would need her husband to support her through the next 2 years of physical and occupational therapy. They told him he could speak to her but only briefly. He walked to her bedside and told her he "couldn't handle this". Her dashing officer walked out of her room, the hospital, and her life. She was left to face two years of grueling recovery work on her own, in a foreign country, with no family around her.
|First Father-Son road trip, Pentagon City,|
|Father and son, Mu is about age 3 here|
|Nuri and Musti enter the UMD pool|
for a swim class
Yesterday, Mu was doing an occupy protest in our bedroom in order to avoid bedtime. He was on his back on our carpet absently blowing notes on his harmonica. Nuri saw him as he was walking past our room to his home office.
"Hey son!" he called, smiling.
"Hey dude!" Mustafa answered.
Shock. We were in shock.
We are never sure when he has these moments of verbal speech that we aren't hearing things. Nuri ran into our room. Mu smiled and gestured that this might be a good time for his father to tickle him.
What a gift he chose for his father's birthday. That young man knows when and how to blow us away.
Sometimes I feel the joy a person feels when the sun is on their face and it shines so bright and warmly tears stream down.
Light upon light, glowing infinitely.
Happy Birthday, Nuri, my heart. How lucky am I?
|Nuri years ago, playing guitar at his old home office|