sad
I just learned this morning that a woman my family has known for years died last night. She was well into her seventies, and had lived with cancer for the last few years, so we knew this was coming. Still, it seemed to happen quickly. While she'd had her ups and downs, she had been doing quite well until a couple of weeks ago, when things just started going downhill fast. I suppose that's how it should be. We wouldn't want the final suffering to drag out for months and months, would we?
I regret that I didn't see Laverne very often the last few years of her life. That's just what happens when you live several states away. When I was growing up, though, she came to our house regularly for dinner and board games; I'm telling you, no one played Trivial Pursuit like this lady. She was, in some way, like a grandmother to my brother and me, since we lived hundreds of miles away from our own grandparents and only visited them a couple times a year.
So I'm a little sad today, thinking about our friend and how many people will miss her, her personality, and her entirely hilarious stories (she once drove onto an airport runway by mistake with a missionary in the car who hadn't ridden anything more high-tech than a donkey until she flew to the U.S.).
Good bye, Laverne. Rest in peace.
I regret that I didn't see Laverne very often the last few years of her life. That's just what happens when you live several states away. When I was growing up, though, she came to our house regularly for dinner and board games; I'm telling you, no one played Trivial Pursuit like this lady. She was, in some way, like a grandmother to my brother and me, since we lived hundreds of miles away from our own grandparents and only visited them a couple times a year.
So I'm a little sad today, thinking about our friend and how many people will miss her, her personality, and her entirely hilarious stories (she once drove onto an airport runway by mistake with a missionary in the car who hadn't ridden anything more high-tech than a donkey until she flew to the U.S.).
Good bye, Laverne. Rest in peace.
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My friend Mary sent me a poem this morning by Phillip Larkin. It's called "The Mower" and the last lines go like this:
"The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful
Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time."
I don't know if the absence is always the same, but I do know that we should be careful with each other while there's time.
wishing you and family good
Sending you big hugs.