Must be my day. Nothing like a hug. My first one was from my precious #3 daughter when she dropped me off after church. She helped me bring flowers from church to arrange in smaller vases so I could give them to people I thought needed them. She hugged me goodbye. What would I do without her? I hope I don't ask too much of her. Second hug came when I went to visit a lady I met last week. She lives across the hall from Irene. I thought about how small and sweet she was. When I took them in she was so excited and got up and gave me a wonderful hug. She said the flowers called for a big hug. I visited Irene and then Middie Crosby who was my next door neighbor on Riverwood. Took her some flowers too. We enjoyed our visit and I will go back often I know. On the way back to my apartment I received my third hug. I met a special friend, Marilyn, and opened my arms and she fell in for another big hug. She said she really needed it. Somewhere there must be a poem in all this, but I think I will just keep that story for myself. I can't believe the friends I have made. MY CUP RUNNETH OVER.
Betty Boop
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2 comments:
Hugs are definitly theraputic. Sitting here at my desk I see a big pile of sympathy cards from when Dad died, held together with a big clip. I always meant to look at them again, but I don't think I will. Miss him . oh, and you could never ask too much of me
You know, I have a big stack of cards like that too and I have never looked at them again either. I also have never looked at the register from the funeral at Church or Wright & Ferguson . and I do not want to . So I wont. You don't have to either. It would be too sad. Mom
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