Source: awelltraveledwoman.tumblr.com via Vicky on Pinterest
She came on a Sunday afternoon, bearing Gin-Gins and a big smile. She's been here in town on the weekends, going through her childhood home filled with her father's treasures. Its been a year since he passed, shortly after the passing of my own father.
We were in high school when we last had contact. Now, decades older, we discover the parallels of our journey. And how we've "grown" and are "growing." An hour flew by as we traversed over the subjects of death, and mourning, and what we've come to know, and what we may never know. It felt good for someone to know a piece of my grief, and for me to know a scrap of hers.
And then she left for her home with a gladware container of cherry tomatoes. I don't always know in the moment, but if you asked me about my weekend, I'd tell you her visit left me with a slice of unexpected joy.
Thanks Elizabeth! Lets do it again soon!