2019 October FROM MY
PERSPECTIVE
I bought TWO items yesterday at CVS and had enough paper to make a notepad. I knew it annoyed the cashier because she kept rolling her eyes and sighing. Her arm muscles were getting tired, too.
There’s a fine line between a numerator and denominator. Even in math there are ups and downs.
When I walked into Aint Daisy’s living room, she was sitting at her desk writing a note on a beautiful card. “I thought I’d send this to Rhoda Helen,” she mentioned. “Aint Daisy, Rhoda Helen lives 4 doors down the street from you. Why, you could go out on your front porch and holler at her and she’d hear you. You’re just wasting a stamp,” I huffed. Aint Daisy got quiet. I saw her brown eyes sparkling, which I knew would bring a piece of wisdom for me to carry around. “Chile, I know all that. I learned a long time ago that something written lasts a lot longer than something spoken. Besides, she can read this and reread it until it’s worn out, and then read it again. Our “visit” will last as long as she wants it to until she puts it in the trash.” I thought about the written letters my mother and daddy had sent to me. I went home and opened the box I’d kept them in, reread each word. Amazingly, they were both right there beside me once again. Finishing each one, I returned the letters to the box to read, again…and again.
Brenduhh came over and flopped down on the sofa. “I’m beyond exhausted, Trudy.” I saw an opportunity to interject some thought. “Oh? Well, I think that would be “exhibit,” I teasingly said. “What does that word have to do with me being exhausted?” she inquired. “Well, if you look it up in the dictionary, you’ll find it is beyond exhausted,” I worded my reply.
“Grief is remorse for the things left undone.” I’ve experienced grief in my life, as has most everyone. However, I learned the more and deeper the grief the more and stronger the remorse of the things I’d left undone or unsaid. With that said, although the grieving of the loved ones I’ve lost returns from time to time because, I truly miss their presence, voices, odor, and touch. A song, a sound, a smell, or a memory can trigger a smile or laugh or tear; and, sometimes all three.
“Losing someone who doesn’t appreciate or respect you is actually a gain, not a loss.” In my life I have watched a person give, give, give to a couple of people who didn’t appreciate them, nor did they get the respect from them they should have. When this person finally quit giving and had nothing to do with them, they told me they feel like they’ve lost their love and friendship. I understood the feeling, but knew more of they “leeches’” motives. I said to my friend, “You can’t miss or lose what you never had. Drawing conclusions from watching them and listening to them, they only used you for their gain and definitely did not have respect for you and your generosity. You have LOST nothing, but GAINED everything.”
My daughter, Della, was taking care of a friend’s little girl. She is called “Nawna” by this child. Della calls the little girl, “My brown-eyed girl”. The little girl was being contrary causing Della to put her in a chair to “think about her behavior”. The little girl objected saying, “But Nawna, I’m your brown-eyed girl.” Della turned away and about exploded in laughter. Little girl still had to sit in the chair.
PEACE………Trudy
