Had he lived, my husband Sam would have been 75 yesterday. He was born on a Friday the 13th at home on a cold, cold day in Groesback, Texas.
I sometimes wonder about this time every year what it would have been like if we could have grown old together as in the Browning poem: "Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be...."
Would we have been one of those old couples who sit in restaurants like stones never saying words except "Pass the salt." The old man crochety and demanding, the old woman bent and tired.
Or would we have been like some I see at church, loving, soft, looking more like each other as they age--still holding hands and murmuring "Are you comfortable, honey? "Here, let me open the door for you....Take your time sweetie...." Or is that just a Norman Rockwell picture I am remembering?
I obviously will never know--but I do know I miss him as I age more than I did when I was younger. Happy Birthday, Hon.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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Sweet Judy Thomas! I just stumbled upon your blog while doing a search to see if you ever wrote the book on writing a spiritual biography. I'm leading my bible study girls through a study I'm writing called "The Impact of Remembering, the Importance of Writing."
This entry makes me smile as I reflect upon you & Sam. I am quite sure you would NOT be the crotchety couple! I am still warmed and comforted by the love you both showed to me. You are a light and influence to all you encounter. Thank you!
Wish I could just give you a big hug! Sheila Johnston McDoniel
Thanks, Shiela. No, I guess the workbook I use in my presentations will be all I shall write about the subject.
I have had a lot of fun doing it, and I am so glad you are contributing to the cause. I know the girls will gain from it.
Blessings, Judy
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