"Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are."
We sit, two white haired ladies soaking up the summer sun, not just warming our flesh and bones but our hearts and souls as well. My chair next to hers ~ she sings me songs and tells me stories, of times and places I cannot reach. We love each other through the decades, lifetimes, and memories that separate us. She sits longing for Heaven and sometimes my world has just begun and hers is at its end. A little blonde boy sits and wonders how we like it so hot, there in the sun. He runs and finds a treasure, a simple gift from God ~ a pinecone, a leaf, a flower ~ purple and white. I guide frail fingers to feel and see the shapes that her eyes cannot. I tell of color, where it grows, the blue of the sky, the birds that fly by. Can my words paint the beauty that I see? In her minds eye does the memory revive itself to bring God's good earth into perfect view?
I sit stilled and loved. Blessed to have in my life a lady ~ beautiful beyond compare. Her strength, courage, innocence, all mine to learn from. If only a portion of her spirit could be mine... would I not become a hundred times more the girl that I am? Her heart so full of love, forgiveness, hope ~ and she shows Christ to me.
The morning wears its self out and her lunch awaits. My little boy becomes the man and we dream us up a highway and a shiny Cadillac, long and black. He is the chauffer and us ~ two fine ladies going out to lunch. Sometimes the highway is a boulder strewn trail and we, like hillbillies traverse the rocky ground. Daydreams we dream, us three. A wheelchair and four legs walking. And life is grand.
In this room, her world for so long, my boy opens packets ~ cream and sugar, salt and pepper. He stirs a perfect cup of coffee and gives flavor to her food. And she thinks he has conquered the world ~ just for her. With a napkin on her lap, I feed her one bite at a time and I thank her for trusting me to be a part of her world.
One cool Spring morning, I gently wake her. She slowly opens her eyes, I tell her we are there. She hurts and I hold hand. For the first time I hear her utter a complaint. I am scared, She moves and I feel hot tears, that blind me running down my face. She cries aloud. I hurt inside ~ unable to help her. I long to reach through the pain, take it from her, hold her, love her... I sit confused and full of love. And she, as with her whole life overcomes the moment, And again I sit ~ stilled and awed. She apologizes for her pain. What words do I say? Hand and hand we sit, two white haired ladies and one blonde haired boy. I tell her how brave she is, how much I love her. She humbly thanks me, when none is warranted. And yet again ~ she shows Christ to me.
We say goodbye. I know 'til Heaven this time. And so it is. I cry and rejoice. Two emotions. I gladly let her go and take joy. She ~ whole and free, walks streets of gold...
From my blessed heart to yours, Jen
With much love and thanks to Jennifer Somero for the picture of Mildred.