I was trying to find an image that expressed an emotional feeling that came over me when I received some tragic news about a friend of mine. Marilyn and I go back to the 80’s when I was a single mom and she took me under her wing in various ways. She is several years older than I. We’ve kept in touch occasionally over the years. We currently live within two hours of each other. It’s been about four years since I last saw her.
She’d been on my mind a lot lately, so I reached out to her daughter, Ari. Why I didn’t try Marilyn’s phone or write a letter to her home address….I believe is a God thing. Ari told me that her mom has been living in a memory care facility. I was shocked beyond asking for how long. It was like a punch in the chest. Not my friend. Not vibrant, classy, creative, fun Marilyn. Not a disease that steals parts and then all of memory and recall. Not my friend.
I wept, I grieved. I then remembered that our life here is precious, but temporary. Our true home is in heaven. How we end our life here is a mystery…some abrupt, some suffering, some lingering.
It’s already on my calendar in a couple of weeks to contact Ari so she can make arrangements and authorize my visit with Marilyn. I cherish the memories and laughter Marilyn and I shared. I hope to share more with her when I see her, but I also need to be prepared if she does not recognize me. Please Lord, not my friend….let us have one more visit sharing us.
Hug often, tell those you love that you love them…often. God bless you all…..