A year ago as Memorial Day approached, my dearest Sister in Christ, as she calls me, visited with her husband for days… When she arrived on Thursday, she said they would be staying until Tuesday… Quick to beat her to it, I said that’s great, there are no Tuesdays in Texas. We hugged and chuckled as we had since we met in 1992. Her shop was Upcountry Legends, and she was the story of storybooks that became transformed into a prolific writer from Maui , Hawaii. As I walked in with my four sons dressed alike, she sweetly giggled and called them “the group”… By the time I left the store, she had my address and phone number, and within a week, she delivered the book that sealed our friendship, A Parenthesis In Eternity by Joel S. Goldsmith.
We always made time to talk about God.
We were drawn to the noblest of thoughts when life closed and open chapters through the years. Her first husband, Carl, took his last breadth when we were on the phone, and years later her second husband sang in a pew behind us when they first met. Her daughter and son and my four sons all lived different paths on the same island. Our Moms stayed with us at home until the angels came to take them to the gates of heaven. We shared a friend whom we loved even more now that we suppose what she would say. We called her Hope because she was optimistic. My dear Cindy Schumacher was Love because she was truly embraced in both marriages. I was Faith because I pray as I breathe… Our tea times are etched in crystals somewhere in heaven. I know. Jeannette is there waiting to meet us arms outstretched, guaranteed.