This afternoon, I visited the cemetery with Colleen. Her mom was my close friend of many years. Colleen and I sat on the grass in front of Michele’s grave stone and talked about some of the deep things in life, and we had a few giggles as well as recalling old times. Very few evenings passed that her mom and I didn’t have coffee together at the kitchen table.
Today Colleen lives just around the corner and visits often, which I enjoy. She sometimes curls up on my couch and wraps herself up in a blanket. Sometimes, I catch a glance of her falling asleep when we talk. But I don’t mind. It makes me feel good that she feels at home.
I am missing my friend Michele greatly tonight, but I am so grateful that her daughter is comfortable enough to plop herself on my couch and feel right at home. It’s how I always felt in Michele’s home. I don’t know about you, but the token visits from people who never take their coats off, constantly texting everyone they are NOT visiting that moment, or keep glancing at their watch because they really can only spare the last 20 minutes of their day with you, are really quite insulting. I don’t want those kinds of visits on my couch or at my kitchen table. I want visitors who genuinely want to spend time with me – the kind comfortable enough to wrap themselves up in a blanket, and maybe even doze off.
Thanks for a lovely afternoon, Colleen. Love you, Miss Rita