A word from DiVoran
Because I remember her brothers from our childhood, I particularly loved this email from my friend, Patricia. Sometimes I was invited for supper at the Franklins and it was a world of difference from eating in a restaurant-booth with my one younger brother, though I do love my brother. Patricia had five brothers– riches indeed! What I liked most about them was that they were so sweet and funny. Patricia and I were in our eleventh and twelfth years and her bothers ranged from about eight to sixteen. Patricia has always been petite, but she never had any trouble handling all those boys and even enjoying being with them.
Now I’ll let you get to Patricia’s story
I went to the funeral of a friend this week. She was always relaxed, pleasant, and friendly no matter what, and had a wonderful sense of humor. She was also a leader, planner, and song leader in our prayer group. She had suffered from cancer, and knew the end was near. She planned the simple service, including the songs. It was very simple and wonderful. I also noticed she, in her witty little way, included some readings for her family. I smiled through the whole service and whenever I think of her, I have to smile. I understood that her last words to the pastor were: “Well, father, see you in heaven.” The pastor smiled, I’m sure.
Today, we went to a breakfast in the social room at the church my friend had attended. On the way in, we met a widower we know, and asked him to sit with us. As I was looking around, I saw my friend’s brother by himself (the brother of the lady who died). I motioned for him to join us. A smile lit up his face and he hurried over. Another widower came in and we gestured for him to come over too. The four of us enjoyed some great stories together.
When we go to the ranch country where my husband grew up, we go out to meals or coffee with several of his lifelong friends. A lot of times I’m the only woman. We have a lot to talk about. One time they were trying to recall something and the suggestion came: “We should ask the old-timers. We are the Old Timers.” Everybody smiled that time.
I’ve often felt left out because we didn’t live where either of us had grown up. That’s what gives me the tendency to look for others who might be alone too. At breakfast that day, I turned around and saw another parishioner eating alone, so I invited him to come and sit with us. We were all enjoying getting better acquainted and sharing stories. About that time, a woman dressed as a nurse came up and speaking directly to me said, “You and your five men come on over to the health fair across the parking lot. It is free.” I was startled the way she said it, but then I had to smile. Yes, I always seem to end up with a bunch of guys, I have since I was a kid, and didn’t think a thing about it. I don’t know what she was thinking. I was just thinking how people do not seem to smile much anymore, and had decided to make a special effort to make it happen. When it does, it’s heavenly, and none of us feel lonely anymore.