I wonder if we intuitively know when we are ready to graduate from our physical state into the world of the spirits?
I was thinking about this question as I walked around Lake Banook this morning with Max and thinking about my good friend Mary who passed away this past Sunday. She was a special farm girl from PEI that I am grateful to have met. I actually "adopted" her a mother figure during my time in Nova Scotia and this goes back to 1998. She kept me on the straight and narrow and always had some wise words for me. Like "get over it" and "go to meetings". She knew how to see through me and ask probing questions that impacted my soul.
Two weeks ago on September 10, I went to one of my meetings in downtown Dartmouth. I was a bit late entering the meeting, therefore I decided to stay for the entire meeting which lasted an hour. Just after 1:00 pm, I left the meeting and as I was walking back to my office, I heard my name. I looked around and then inside a parked car. There was Mary.
I went over to say hi and get a hug. As we chatted, she told me see seen me rushing to the meeting and wanted to talk to me. She waited for almost an hour for me to finish my meeting and watched for me as I left. She wanted to see how I was doing with my radiation sessions and she wanted to show me some pictures of her daughters and her pride and joy; her granddaughter. She was so proud of her family.
I have wanted Mary meet "A" and since I moved to Nova Scotia 4 years ago, I always wanted to take Mary for a fish and chips lunch . My Mom loved fish and chips.
It was a date. On Tuesday, September 18 we meet at Wraf Wraps for lunch. It was a great fall day and lunch was wonderful. We laughed and had our pictures taken together.
Yesterday, I had a "pulling" urge to go to my noon meeting. I am so glad I did; I found out Mary left us. I was able to chat with Mary's daughter's yesterday afternoon at the funeral home. Through my tears, I told them I loved their mom; a beautiful farm girl from PEI. I think Mary knew she had to say goodbye when she waited so long in the car for me two weeks ago.
I will miss you my friend. I hope you can meet my Mom. Please come visit me in my dreams.
Harvey
Thursday, September 27, 2007
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