I got the dreaded call today.
I knew it would come.
You have to expect that when you are friends with a 94 year old.
I have cried and cried and cried. I read her obituary in the paper. I felt hopelessly frustrated. How can you summarize an entire sunny life in just a few paragraphs? How can you explain what a phenomenal person just left this earth by a black and white photo on pg. 10?
I am sure 99% of the readers of that obituary just passed it by thinking it is just some old person that lived a good life.
She was lonely. She will be with her husband and daughter now.
She lived in a "retirement" center. She is now in heaven...what is better than that?
So why do I feel such a loss? Why am I so sad? Why do I feel like a part of me is missing? We weren't even family.
When someone affects your life...I mean really touches it and makes it better...the realization hits that God does love each one of us.
He cares so deeply for me that he let me know Lucy.
He knew she would love me unconditionally
He knew she would teach me how to plant flowers.
He knew I needed her to teach me about sunny things.
.....and giggling at 93.
