One Kind Act Wednesday

This past Saturday, we trekked along with our realtor to look at mobile homes. At one in particular the lady that lived in the home was a very petite, older woman, surrounded by mementos of a lifetime. There were many family photos scattered about but everything was in it's place. She sat quietly in a chair as my husband and I invaded her living space.

I wondered what she must be thinking - leaving her home, as I am leaving mine. Was she as sad as I am or was she headed somewhere she truly wanted to be? As we were leaving, I stopped to thank her for her time and asked her if she'd lived there very long. She answered, "Twenty six years." I wished I hadn't asked but she proceeded to tell me that her daughters live in Idaho and were very anxious for her to come and live with them and her grandchildren and great-grandchild. I felt so much better. I asked her if she was looking forward to moving and she replied, "Yes. My husband passed away three years ago and it's time for me to move to be with my children."

We stood and chatted for about five minutes and she shared a little bit of her life with me and I knew that she had been alone, really alone for the three years that she'd been widowed. It was a lovely spring day, yet every window was tightly closed up and the home had that "needed to be aired out" odor. It was clean but it just needed fresh air. I felt she was just like that - she needed someone just to chat with for a moment or two and give her soul some fresh air...