The glitch of complaint

Etta is in her eighties. An amazing woman who taught dance to our daughters when they were children.

I helped Etta last year when her husband was dying. It was a tough time, but she made it through and credits God’s love for being able to get through the death with grace.

On the phone yesterday, Etta told me, “Some days I miss Robert and wish he was here. Then I stop myself because I remember when taking care of Robert I would wish for time for myself.”

We laughed at the craziness of human mind, always wanting, always wishing.

We  talked some more and she helped me put a positive spin on something I’d been writing, a desire I’d been working on for weeks.

Connections such as these are powerful and make life purposeful.

Bing pink bush

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