Somehow through this process I've been able to avoid tears. I've been
generally too busy and very focused on helping the kids be okay through
these changes. I've had a few moments of terror, but even when saying
my goodbyes to close friends I've not let myself actually think about
how different three times zones will make to our times together.
But today in church as everyone was saying goodbyes, I
looked up and saw Shirley, busily serving on the altar guild and doing
her job. Shirley is someone I don't know well, but yet I do. I know she
is a tough lady, with some great stories that I haven't had time to hear
yet. She is old enough to be my grandmother and I've always thought of
her as the kind of person I want to be when I'm her age. Mainly,
because of the twinkle in her eye. She sparkles life.
So when I saw her, the grief just hit in a wave. I
burst into tears and she said the right things and I found the tissue
box. I don't have time to really think through what I'm leaving. But today, I wished I knew a few more of the stories of a great lady from Butte, Montana, who has touched my life.
1 comment:
My parents were from Butte, my uncle was a well-known judge there, my aunt a nurse.
I did pretty good re:tears. I loved it that you said something like see you the next time as we both pretended you weren't moving so far away. You will never be far from my thoughts and never far at all from my prayers for you and the family.
Judy
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