Yesterday I took an afternoon and played Scrabble with a friend and his sister. They are both very intelligent and loving people (Would you expect me to spend time on a Saturday afternoon with anyone who is not?) To make a long story short, I got my little ass trounced royally. I must say they were very gracious winners which in my world is a rarity. It was nice. I have not played a game since I played Dominoes with Bill Brown a couple years ago. I beat him and never went back because I was afraid he would return the favor!
On my way home from town I stopped at another friends house. This was not so much fun, but nonetheless a very satisfying visit. This lady has always been open and loving and in her final hours I should have expected no less. She smiled and actually beamed as I told her I loved her and wished her a peaceful crossing and a happy reunion. As I kissed her goodbye she smiled the brightest smile I have seen from her in a long time and it came from the bottom of her heart. I am going to miss her more than I can say, and I hope she will pop in on me from time to time in the hallowed memories of my mind.
As the angel of death (no capitals ) hovers quietly in the corner of yet another of my friends, I can not help but wonder when I will get my turn. I have attended many of these and I have to say this lady is the picture of grace and never have I ever seen a person more ready to go. Oh, Lord that I can be that accepting when it is my turn.
I look back on the shambles of my life and can not believe some of the crap I am going to have to answer for when I knock on those Pearly Gates. Those of you who know me now only think you know me. My mother always said "Your never really know anyone, you only know OF them. You know what they let you see." But here is the kicker on that: I have let people see my kind, loving, caring side so long that I have become that person! Who would have ever thought that the little girl growing up on Strong Street in a run down shack with an outhouse in the back and no running water would ever be a respected member of any thing? And yet, here I am! When my sisters came for Kenneth's service they did not stay and visit. (The largest chapel at Imperial Gardens was full and people were left outside.) They went home the same day. The sole comment made was "Louella has a life out here that we know nothing about." And that sister was right.
I do have a life with friends and acquaintances and respect from my peers. That is something I never had in Kansas. I was always just Louella, Chris's daughter. Louella, Donna's sister. Bob's cook. Some body's mom. Some body's Aunt. I guess that is good, but this is better. Now that I am old, I can be selfish. I can play Scrabble on a Saturday afternoon. I can sleep through Jeopardy!. I can have a sink full of dirty dishes. I can smell the roses and kiss the wind. I can pet my cat and dream of all the things I am going to do someday. Who was it that said, "Of all the things of mice and men, the saddest of all is what might have been."?
I am not quite ready for the Angel of Death or the grim reaper, but when it comes, and it surely will someday, I will embrace the trip. It is some place I have never been and I think it is just over the rainbow. There I will see my loved ones and it will be wonderful! I will get to meet Mother Teresa and Martin Luther King, Jr., Hank Williams, and all the people I have admired and loved for so long.
So enjoy my blog while it is here! Hug your children. Pet your dog. Sing in the shower. But most of all, get your house in order. If you hurt someone, tell them you are sorry. If you love someone, tell them. Yesterday is gone and tomorrow never comes!
Peace to all!
On my way home from town I stopped at another friends house. This was not so much fun, but nonetheless a very satisfying visit. This lady has always been open and loving and in her final hours I should have expected no less. She smiled and actually beamed as I told her I loved her and wished her a peaceful crossing and a happy reunion. As I kissed her goodbye she smiled the brightest smile I have seen from her in a long time and it came from the bottom of her heart. I am going to miss her more than I can say, and I hope she will pop in on me from time to time in the hallowed memories of my mind.
As the angel of death (no capitals ) hovers quietly in the corner of yet another of my friends, I can not help but wonder when I will get my turn. I have attended many of these and I have to say this lady is the picture of grace and never have I ever seen a person more ready to go. Oh, Lord that I can be that accepting when it is my turn.
I look back on the shambles of my life and can not believe some of the crap I am going to have to answer for when I knock on those Pearly Gates. Those of you who know me now only think you know me. My mother always said "Your never really know anyone, you only know OF them. You know what they let you see." But here is the kicker on that: I have let people see my kind, loving, caring side so long that I have become that person! Who would have ever thought that the little girl growing up on Strong Street in a run down shack with an outhouse in the back and no running water would ever be a respected member of any thing? And yet, here I am! When my sisters came for Kenneth's service they did not stay and visit. (The largest chapel at Imperial Gardens was full and people were left outside.) They went home the same day. The sole comment made was "Louella has a life out here that we know nothing about." And that sister was right.
I do have a life with friends and acquaintances and respect from my peers. That is something I never had in Kansas. I was always just Louella, Chris's daughter. Louella, Donna's sister. Bob's cook. Some body's mom. Some body's Aunt. I guess that is good, but this is better. Now that I am old, I can be selfish. I can play Scrabble on a Saturday afternoon. I can sleep through Jeopardy!. I can have a sink full of dirty dishes. I can smell the roses and kiss the wind. I can pet my cat and dream of all the things I am going to do someday. Who was it that said, "Of all the things of mice and men, the saddest of all is what might have been."?
I am not quite ready for the Angel of Death or the grim reaper, but when it comes, and it surely will someday, I will embrace the trip. It is some place I have never been and I think it is just over the rainbow. There I will see my loved ones and it will be wonderful! I will get to meet Mother Teresa and Martin Luther King, Jr., Hank Williams, and all the people I have admired and loved for so long.
So enjoy my blog while it is here! Hug your children. Pet your dog. Sing in the shower. But most of all, get your house in order. If you hurt someone, tell them you are sorry. If you love someone, tell them. Yesterday is gone and tomorrow never comes!
Peace to all!
