THINNESS

Last night I was blessed to have a lovely chat with a friend who is like an aunt to me. When we moved to Tower Lakes and started at North Barrington Elementary School, her daughter was my first friend not from Tower Lakes. My friend had a pinto pony named Holly, and she and I joined Brownies, Girls Scouts, and 4-H together.


Her Mom and Dad and our parents became close friends. Over the years they were in all sorts of parents' organizations together. The took part in a Great Books Discussion Group. All the way from the early sixties until the brink of the new millennium, they corresponded, visited, wrote to each other. . .. were in loving fellowship.

 Her husband and our Mom have passed on to glory and both she and our Dad are struggling with old age issues. They both agree with that old saw that old age is not for sissies . . . and they laugh about it even though they are in pain, have dementia, are sometimes lonely . . . but often delighted, too.

When a great grandson calls or a great granddaughter . . .
 
When they get a chance to go to the park, or to the marina . . . or over to a daughter's or a sons' house.

And they sometimes wake up to know that the "thinness" is there between the spiritual and the material . . . the dearly beloved ones already on the other side are right there visible and in hearing.

They seem to be in some kind of huge beautiful waiting room.

Waiting for their train . . . or their bus . . . or the Angel of Death . . . or the Light . . . or however you want to think of it . . . or KNOW.

What a blessing to hear her voice, to reminisce . . . to hear the news of the family . . to talk politics . . . to say and hear her say, "I love you."

"Give my love to your Dad."

"It's so wonderful to hear your voice."

How delightful and plentiful are the blessings of life on Earth. And how easy to share . . . and how sad to cause pain or to withhold love . . . 

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