We had a very enjoyable connection to visitors to the Depot yesterday. They showed up and we were closed, but the Signal Crew was there and Dixie and I were there to work on the library and the exhibit for Tunnel 10. When I saw them looking in the window, I opened the door and asked where they were from. FLORIDA! was their response so I quickly called out, “Come in! Come in! For people from Florida, we’re more than happy to have you come in and we will give you a personal tour of the Depot.” If they’d said, Tehachapi, or Bakersfield, or any of the other communities nearby, we might not have been as generous and would have apologized but asked them to come back on Thursday when we would be open during regular hours.
Long story short, there were two couples and they were neighbors back in Florida. I don’t exactly remember the city they were from, but it was somewhere along the coast. Notwithstanding, the women’s names were Carol and Nancy — I could not believe the coincidence of names (mine being Carol, and my sister from Florida was Nancy). When they were ready to leave, they insisted on photos with me and hugs all around — When I hugged Nancy, I whispered to her, “Happy Belated Birthday” because Nancy’s birthday was just this past week on the 24th.
It’s been a rough week. The week started off with Robert having laser blasting to his kidney stones — again, and they removed the stent that they put in two weeks ago. He felt wonderful for that day and the next, and then on the 3rd day (today), he woke and didn’t feel so good. He asked me to drive myself to my eye appointment in Bakersfield (which I did). There’s no doubt he didn’t feel good if he was willing to ask me to drive myself to Bakersfield! By day’s end, he was feeling a bit better, but I noticed he hadn’t changed out of his PJ bottoms and t-shirt–stayed nice and comfy all day.
I learned of a friend’s husband’s passing on Tuesday (he passed away Monday morning). He was diabetic and had kidney problems. My connection to him is through his wife, who is the daughter of a very dear friend, my eldest sister and mine. We were all enrolled in a Surface Textile Design class and were members of a group of women from the class who bonded and developed their own little support group. We called ourselves the “OSG” for Our Support Group. Once a month we’d meet for lunch at Home Town Buffet and exchange birthday cards for whoever had a birthday that month. The birthday gal would receive a card signed by all the other members, filled with either a gift card for a fabric shop or cash. Slowly but surely over the years, members moved away (I wasn’t the first to move — one member moved to Scotland, to live with her son as she couldn’t live alone anymore) or died. After the friend moved to Scotland, another member developed cancer — and died. Then another member had a massive heart attack — and died. By the time I moved up here to Tehachapi, our group of 10 members (they included my next eldest sister because they loved her–even though she didn’t sew and wasn’t a class member) had dwindled down to three.
Back to the friend’s husband’s passing. One of the OSG group was the mother-in-law of the man who passed on Tuesday. Her daughter would fly out to visit her mother and show up in class as a surprise — then we’d all go to lunch together. Her mother’s passing was sudden and painful for all those who knew her. She passed away in her sleep — here one day and gone the next. Now, her son-in-law is with her.
Yet another friend (whom I have yet to meet in person, but who is the recipient of some of my glass collection) is hospitalized with a brain tumor — after undergoing chemo and radiation for lymphoma (and going into remission after the treatments!) A whole new ballgame with the discovery of the tumor. It seems to never quit.
We must remain strong. Whatever happens is meant to be. We are here to learn, and learn we must. Life is incredibly short. Don’t allow yourselves to get caught up in the busyness of life without taking a moment and savoring the fact that you’re alive. Be grateful for those in your life for one day, you may still be here and they’ll be gone. Be sure to tell those you love that you love them. Blessings to all…