Death Of A Loved One

My mind has been reeling with so many memories, emotions, things I want to remember, people I want to talk to.




Who can forget the riddles - way back to the ones that went like "How do you make time fly?" (Throw the clock out the window.) How we wish we could make time slow down now or go back in time for just awhile. Then, there were the ones about the colors. What color is a telephone? "Yellow" (Hello.) Or, what color is rain on the roof? "Pink, pink, pink" So silly, but so special.



I helped her teach Sunday School when I was a teenager. She was a vibrant Christian and always helping some way at the church. That memory brings a smile to my face.



When I was selling Avon in her neighborhood many, many years ago she often wanted me to come by and just sit and talk for awhile. I don't remember what we talked about, but I do remember how special it was.



Later, she is the one who gave me the Guideposts Yearly Devotions in a hard covered book. Oh, how I loved having that. I will miss it this year.



She, my mother and I would go to lunch together from time to time. Now, it was not nearly often enough.



These last few days have been filled with talking to people who knew her and are also special to me. We don't talk often enough. I am going to do something about that. I just pray that we all keep it up. That part has been bitter sweet. Catching up is always such fun but why does it take something like this?



Some of us will gather for the visitation in two days and the funeral in three. Then, will we just go our own ways? I hope not.



Who is that special person to you? Why don't you give them a call? You just might make their day and yours.

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