Thursday, January 19, 2012


Today, I went to visit a friend.
 A little background about our
 I have had this friend since 1978.
She is 20 years older than me,
but we were always kindred spirits.
When I married 25 years ago,
she was at my side.
 I have been by her side
through some great days
and days when her depression
 was so deep
 a hospital stay was the
only thing
that could help. 
 I washed her hair
and sat with her in a room
where everything was attached
to the walls.
 No chance of using any item
 in it 
for self destruction.
I have been with her
 to celebrate
the birth of her first grandchild.
 I held her hand,
 as we watched
her husband
 being lowered
his resting place.

I live an hour away from her.
In the past 20 years I have seen
less of my friend, but we would
occasionally call or have lunch

Back to the story,
  I went to
visit her today.
I drove up her familiar street
hoping to see her out in the
yard filling her bird feeders.
I did see something in the yard,
 it was not my friend,
 but a
Sale Pending/For Sale sign.
I looked closer to see,
the windows were not covered
by the curtains
 we had made together,
 so long ago. 
 The house was empty. 
 Where was she? 
 I looked around
and began to remember
the fun times
 we had shared
in this yard. 
 From laying in
the sun with a glass of
Carlo Rossi wine.
  To the wedding of her son,
 under the trees.
 The trees we had
climbed in,
 to decorate for that wedding. 
 I noticed a neighbor's
car in their driveway,
 so I went
to find out what had happened.
The neighbor came to his door,
 I introduced myself and
explained I was looking for my
  He had only recently
moved into the house,
 but he understood
 the lady next door
was found in her yard
 where she had fallen
and could not get up. 
He had not seen her for months
 and assumed
 she was deceased. 
He suggested, 
  I should call the realtor,
 they may know the whole story,
I could not breathe
 but her birthday
was just last week. 
 I know I meant to call,
 but somehow the
day had slipped away
 without me calling her.
I then ran
 to the neighbor
 on the other side. 
 A neighbor that had
lived there for 60 years.
  A neighbor I knew,
would know
 what had happened. 
 She was home,
it was a home health nurse
 that let me in the front door. 
 The neighbor
remembered my friend,,
thought she was gone......
I went back to my car,
in a daze,
from what I had heard.
I then began a frantic search
for my friend's son.
  What was his new wife's name?
  Where was it my friend told me
 they had moved to?
  Why had I not listened? 
I found the phone number
 after a search of the
 Home Depot's phone directory.
My questions were answered.
My friend was gone,
gone to a nursing home!
A nursing home that was
on my way home.
I arrived at the nursing home
and was directed to her room.
As I entered, the tv was blaring
and she asked me if I could
"Please, turn the tv down."
I did and she thanked me.
I asked,
 "Do you know who I am?"
  She looked at my face
 and a smile
 spread across hers.
  "Debbie, my darling,
 How have you been?" 
 Well, the tears started flowing
as I explained, I thought
she was gone. 
 We hugged and both cried.
  Cried so hard,
the nurse came to see what was wrong! 
We had a lovely visit,
 we talked about old times
and made plans for lunch
in the next few days. 

Moral of the story:
We are all sorry,
for things we have done.
But, often we are more
sorry for the things we
didn't do.
  Try to make
good choices today.
Choose to be a
blessing to someone.
We are all busy,
 but it only takes
a moment to let
someone know
 you care.

Love to all,

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