Last Saturday, on my B-day. I received a call from a friend I hadn't spoken with in about 3 years.
He lives right around the corner from me.
He sounded distraught and asked if he could call on me to talk some time this week.
I replied, "of course."
I pass his house every day on one of my several daily Mommy Taxi runs
to & fro the schools my children attend.
We probably lost touch as I introduced him to a gal pal of mine, they dated,
it went south and that was the end.
Today the call came and he & I sat on my back patio and talked.
He lost his Fiancee a month ago. She was 42, died in her sleep.
He found her and tried to revive her.
I never met her but saw her often outside his house and around town.
She was a petite pretty woman and always had a smile on her face.
He wanted to ask my advice as I lost my husband 6 years ago.
What do you do?
How do you go on?
Do you still miss him?
Where do you start?
I gave him as much advice as I could.
We cried together.
In our rushed, hurried and very self centered society, we sometimes forget...that the person
speeding recklessly and whizzing by us, might just have something bigger going on in their life that we cannot see. (that is another true story)
As I have reflected about this all afternoon, the quotes of Plato and James Barrie came to mind.
…Be kinder than necessary, For everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle….
We all face the winter some time in our lives...
May you have warm souls to help you weather Life's Storms...