Visiting with Susan

Susan and I had a lovely visit yesterday. With the rain, it took me a little longer than twice the usual time to get to her house - almost two hours - and both of us agreed that it would have been reasonable had I decided at some point to turn around and head back home. But I kept thinking, today is now, it's something I know, and I really want to see her! And I so glad I pursued and kept my car pointed toward Oceanside. What we intended to be a three-hour visit turned into six hours, and we chatted on and on and on.

Everyone has a story to tell, but Susan is a woman of many, many stories. I can listen to her stories for hours on end, laugh and weep with her, and be transported to the world she tells about. She is recovering, as much as one can, after the death of her husband a few years ago. The loss of her Anthony, strong and protective, was devastating; but Susan has a will to survive, though very painful for her, that is inspiring. I sit at her feet!

I am so thankful that I am smart enough to listen to those urges to maintain friendships. Friendships are rare, but they are the most precious gift we receive in life. My life is enriched by my family and friends! I am so grateful for them.