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Friday’s Five

A friend bearing freshly caught fish (to stock my freezer) who drops in and doesn’t care that I have laundry in piles on the sofa. She sits admidst t-shirts and towels and socks and talks and laughs.

A friend who has been on her first plane flight and first travel abroad adventure. We meet to catch up, look at her travel photos, revel in the enlightenment that travel brings. 

A friend who finally allows me to help her with a small request next week. The grace of that. 

A friend who is suffering from the physical pain cancer inflicts. Knowing I can do nothing but pray. Knowing that’s all she wants from me. 

A friend who asks me to share what I know about journal keeping to a group of writers/teachers. Sharing with them and watching the light bulb come on for them. 

Tonight’s five: friendship.

I’m only skimming the surface here, but these women have added a depth to my life that I treasure. Sometimes, like tonight, I think about friendship and how it starts, how it evolves. How it surprises and awes and  touches us. How when we make efforts to maintain relationships,  amazing gifts come forth. 


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Friday’s Five

Five good things from the past week, dear readers:

Snow in the forecast–that always brings a smile, even though it’s unlikely that it will amount to much this go round…

Good folks–Lisa was a great tech last summer, and she is now an RN. She saw us in the hospital hallway and came by to visit Sam, then made arrangements to be his discharge nurse…because there are good people the world…

Texts and messages and photos this week, from people who matter greatly to me. Hearts of gold…

Laughter before surgery, as Sam relates how he came to choose a password during pre-op. Inside jokes are precious these days…

Going through the new Bass Pro shop on the way to Little Rock. We have watched it being built for months on our travels back and forth, and just decided on a whim to stop in. Santa was making his appearance, another sweet memory to share…

This was the week Sam had three surgeries in one day. We probably would not go with that decision a second time, but it’s a little late now. These are the days of decisions and we just do the best we can and keep going.

A sixth “blessing” tonight…an Aristotle quotation that keeps coming to mind:
A friend to all is a friend to none. I’m reevaluating what that word “friend” means in the context of my life today. It’s going to take me awhile to work it all out, and that’s ok too. I’m past the days of people pleasing. Real people make real decisions and keep or leave behind what is necessary in order to be at peace. There’s a gift in that.
Choose wisely.

Sometimes the blessing is just realizing it’s ok to take care of you.
God bless…


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Sunday’s Song: In Remembrance

Today I devote this blog to my friend.
Her name was Waydean.
A funny name. It fit her.

She died a year ago today.

It matters that she walked upon this earth.

It matters to her sons, to her daughters-in-law, to her sister, to many relatives and friends.

A drunk driver killed her.
It still makes me mad.

In memory of Waydean Launius Waller:
April 27, 1954-April 14, 2012.
Rest in God’s perfect peace.


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An Encouraging Word on Monday

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The surprise of art today…art from my treasured friend Alicia’s little girl. They came bearing bags of Mexican food and this piece of art.
I will always remember Avery repeating my name and showing me the swirls on the canvas, her handprints left for me to touch.
It’s for your art studio…
Those words of hope and belief and goodness make me know the day will come.
Until it does, this sign serves to remind
me that art and color and children and their mamas have the power to bring great joy. And today, they did.


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Today’s Treasure

I inherited my best friend’s collection of yarn today.

There is more story in that one sentence than I can tell tonight, but I want to record that I am grateful.

Artist types know.

I am filled with remembrances. I see I have some of the very same yarns in my collection.

I see she has random unmatched knitting needles, too.

I know I’ll create something good from what remains, maybe many good things, and maybe a story, too.

But tonight, I think of how Waydean keeps coming back to me in the most unexpected ways.

A cardboard box overflowing with yarn and mismatched needles means a smile today. I can hear her laughing.

I know it’s another message at the right time. You need to take some time.

Maybe this is an early birthday gift…I have time to make something sweet before April…and to remember more memories.

Thanks, Waydean.


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That Kind of Friend

Looking through some old papers, I found a letter to my mother from one of her old traveling companions, Mae.

Mom met Mae on one of her many train rides from Texarkana to Harrisburg.

I’m really not sure the exact time they met, but their friendship included exchanged letters for many years, Christmas cards, phone calls to plan future trips.

But this, this line in the letter said it all:

…and I went out to the platform when we stopped in Texarkana, even though I knew you would not be there.

Writing those words here fills me with something I can’t quite name.

Mae wrote this letter long after Mom’s traveling days were over, a short time before her passing.

These two women saw each other maybe once a year, if that, during travels.

But theirs was a deep and special friendship. There was something so true Mae would stand in the cold at Union Station and picture my mama there.

And tell her so.

Dear readers, if you have a friend like this, tell them so…

and be that kind of friend, who wishes you right beside them.