A Sweater and a Happy Halloween

Another Halloween has come and gone.  It was fun to see the kids come onto our porch and gaze in wonder at our blinking, moving, music playing decorations of a ghost mine and a ghouls' ball.  They're just little mechanical table decorations, but every kid lingered on the porch to look at them and exclaim how cool they are.  It was also fun to see that Halloween is a custom that has spread to so many other nationalities that have moved to No.Va.  I think only one trick-or treater that visited us was a garden variety white kid.  The rest were Asian, Middle Eastern, Polynesian, Hispanic, and who knows what else.  It's very cosmopolitan here, and I love it.  One thing was evident tonight. Kids from all over the world love candy (and noisy flashing lights.)

    I mentioned a sweater in my subject line.  That was what gave me even more joy today.  You may have read my last post about my sadness at the death of my friend, Bonnie.  Well, nearly a year ago, Bonnie and I were shopping at Eddie Bauer, and I admired a sweater but thought it was too expensive to buy.  We left the store, and a couple of days later, Bonnie called me to say that she was back at E.B., and that the sweater was 40% off, plus she had a further discount coupon, and wouldn't I like it if she picked one up for me.  I said, "Great.  Just buy the size that fits you, and it will fit me."  The next day she showed up at the pool with 2 identical sweaters in 2 different sizes.  She couldn't decide which fit better, so she bought them both and offered to return the one that I didn't want.  And that's exactly what she did.  I love the sweater.  I wore it all last winter, and I unpacked it and was very happy to wear it today.  It's soft and warm and felt like a hug from Bonnie.  I confess that I even kissed it before it put it on this morning.  I never dreamed last fall that before my new sweater was a year old, that my friend would die.

    Thanks for letting me muse on this a little.  It helps me to write my thoughts.  Who knew that an EB sweater could be so dear and so comforting?  Cherish the folks you love.  Learn to make new friends and love them, too.  Never supress an urge to do a kindness - like calling a friend to tell her that her sweater is on sale and that you'll pick it up for her. 

Gains and Losses

written on Tuesday, October 27, 2011

These days of economic downturn have us all talking about gains and losses - mostly losses in the stock market, low interest rates, and high unemployment.  These are often devastating losses, but that is not what is on my mind today.  Today a dear friend passed away after a battle with cancer.  It was cancer that doctors should have seen during repeated annual screenings.  But they didn't, and tragedy struck.

This is the first time that a friend younger than I has preceeded me in death.  I feel very sad, stung, numb, teary, and I admit, a little angry all at once.  What I don't feel is loss.  I never like to hear the well intended phrase, "I'm sorry for your loss."  Be sorry for my separation and my grief, but it is not a loss.  My friend is still my friend.  I am sorry that we have had a parting so soon.  In fact, that causes me an outpouring of grief, but we have not parted forever.  Bonnie has gone to a place where I can't see her or hear her or hug her, and that hurts, but she is not lost.  This parting is temporary.

I won't speak of Bonnie in the past tense.  I don't like to hear that she "was a great person."  She is a great person.  All that I love about her is still with her.  She's still friendly and cheerful and chatty.  She's still funny and attentive.  What is in the past is her illness and pain.  Those are gone, never to return again.

So why do I write about this in my efforts to describe joy?  Today is a hard day.  I don't like good-byes, and this one is especially tough, but it's not about loss.  It's about gain.  When I gained Bonnie as a friend, it was forever, not just for the three-plus years that we swam together three times each week.  Not just for the times we chatted at Starbucks and combed the sales at Eddie Bauer.  Our friendship was a gain that will stay with us forever.  When Jesus Christ arose from the tomb, believers and non-believers were all given a gift.  It is the sure promise that life does not end with the grave.  We will part, but we will see eachother again, and every good thing will be retained.  I know this truth for certain, and that brings me comfort and hope amidst the tears.  My gratitude for this gift of life is a source of joy, even on a day like today.