Friends That Remember

It is 3 years ago today since Dad went home to heaven. I remember details about that day, as if it were yesterday. I'm glad he could go, but I still miss him. Don't think it is strange if you see me looking at the sky and waving. When I see a break in the clouds I often imagine it is a portal for Dad to look down and see what I'm doing.

Last year I was surprised and so blessed when a friend stopped by with flowers for me on the 2nd anniversary of Dad's death. However, this year I thought, I doubt anyone besides family will still remember. I was wrong! Mid-morning a friend popped in at Sturdi-Bilt where I work. I hadn't seen her in awhile and thought she just stopped to say "hi" but then she said she came because she remembered this special day. She also brought with her a Long John to brighten my day! It touched my heart.

I clearly remember the overwhelming feeling of love as friends poured in the day Dad died. They dropped what they were doing and brought food and flowers and hugs!

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And now we are walking the journey with Mom. Some days she seems quite low and then rallies round again. I doubt it will look the same as it did with Dad. We don't know. We just keep loving and caring, savoring every moment and every word. The other day when I asked if she knew my name, she was quick to reply, "Pauline Marie!" and then she added, a bit indignantly, "What did you think I'd say?"

It looks hard to see her go but I know when the time comes there will be friends and family to surround, comfort and walk with us through it and once again they will bring...food and flowers and hugs...and we will be overwhelmed with the love. The love that never ends...