|Dave and his girls|
I’m always amazed when I tell people that my love has passed away and their reaction to it. Most are in shock, other comforting. As I say, hugs are always good.
I was in Chick- fil-A last week to pick up a salad for lunch. The woman behind the counter was telling me how wonderful the day was and I started crying to which she came around the counter and asked what was wrong. I told her about Dave and she just gathered me in her arms and started praying, all the while I am crying. I’m sure we were quite a sight. A beautiful black woman and a white woman holding on to each other as if we would disappear if we didn't. Afterwards I felt so much better and she added me to her list of people she was praying for.
I saw her again yesterday and she called me by name, again taking my hands, offering a quick prayer, soothing a broken soul.
|Dave and Heather|
Last weekend I met the Marchant’s, who were the couple that Dave and I were to meet for dinner for the first time the day he died. They are a lovely couple and we clicked right off. Talked for over 3 hours. I met them again Wednesday night and we had a lovely dinner at Ted Café Escondido. We all went back to their motor home so Victor could show me around the rig and let me look at what I am wanting to get myself into…I’m game. Again we talked, this time 5 hours. Where did the time go? They are a blessing to me. Thanks Earlene and Victor for your love and kindness. It means a lot to me. I will miss them when they hit the road full-time in their Motor Home. It's the "Call of the Open Road" thing.
Filling out the paperwork to claim the benefits has be grueling. The Social Security Office unbearable, yet the people on the other end of the phone and windows have been so nice, supportive and patient. Yet each set of papers is a horrible emotional drain. I feel so helpless afterwards and the tears and panic come easily.
A friend of Dave's, from the east coast, called to see how I was doing on Monday. He's still in shock. It's friends like that, that count. The ones who give you support after everyone else has left. They're the "Blessings" as I call them.
It's the support from my co-workers who come into my office during the day and let me cry on their shoulder and to hug and get hugged in return.
What do you say to the person that floats you funds so you can make your house payment because your funds have been frozen? They didn't hesitate one second to make sure I could make the payment. Such kindness.
Dave was a kind soul and treated people as such. The man always had a smile on his face. The fruits of his labor are returning 10 fold.
For those of you who did not get the pleasure of knowing him, a recording was made at his Celebration of Life event. This will give
|The last picture I took of Dave|
It’s now up to me to carry on his kindness…and so I shall, with pleasure.