Patrick Lindsay
I have something to say about old and new friends. First the "old".
I went to high school with a girl named Shari Peterson. She was a grade ahead of me. Very sweet gal. Well, she recently wrote a book. The View from 13F. It was not only a horrendous tale of a plane disaster that she went through, but also a biographical tale of her life. And what a life. I highly recommend this book. It is amazing. Shari expertly shared her experience about traveling on Flight 811 when a door blew off the plane that she was riding in while going to Australia for work. By sheer luck, she had changed seats right before the flight began, and that was one of the main reasons she is alive today. I am happy to recommend this book and am using it as my latest book review on this blog. Order it on Amazon. (Actually, I ordered my from Barnes and Noble and got it in a few days.) Either way.
I am so proud of this old friend. I'm sorry that it was tragedy that encouraged her to become a writer, but her whole life seemed to be leading up to this moment. The trials and tribulations she endured for years prepared her for the sheer grit, determination, and smarts needed to survive Flight 811. And, it turns out, she is one fine author.
NOTE: Be prepared for my next book review. I am currently reading A Warning by Anonymous.
Now on to my new friends. I am delighted to know them, but I am also a bit worried. The three new ladies I have come to know and love are Ruth, Patsy, and Jane. They are women who live in the same nursing home as Hubby's Aunt Donna. The four of them have become close friends. And I adore them. But I am afraid I am getting a little too attached to them. You see, they are all over 90 years old. Hubby and I went to visit them Thursday evening, and Patsy told us that her roommate had passed away. How sad. Patsy couldn't recall her name, but remember . . . these gals are all in the home because of Alzheimer's Disease. They are wonderful to talk to, but there are those times when they repeat something over and over again. And forget a lot of things that have happened. Aunt Donna can't remember that her house, car, and all her personal things have been sold (unfortunately, she had designated her next door neighbor to be her Power of Attorney and he decided to liquify her assets without telling her or the family).
These four ladies are quite interesting. Ruth has 13 children. Patsy has three. I'm not sure how big Jane's family is because she is more reserved and quiet. The last two times we have visited the girls, they were all wearing my pink "Overcomer" breast cancer buttons that I had given them in October. Two of the ladies are breast cancer survivors themselves . . . Patsy and Ruth. They point out to me that they are wearing their "club" pins. Gotta love them! I took them each a bag of candy for a little treat. They were so tickled about that small gesture. I often wonder how often their own children come to see them. It's hard to find out, because they have a hard time remembering who has been there and who hasn't. I guess that is for the best, right? Aunt Donna has unfortunately lost her husband and all three of her children. I can't even imagine how that feels. All she has now is Hubby and me, sisters-in-law Nina and Zonna, and their husbands. Her grandchildren do not visit.
I guess what I am worried about is that we will get to the home one day and find out that one of them has left us. I think these people are really special. Their lives are so dreary and boring. I wish I cold do more for them. When their eyes light up when they seen us coming in the door, it almost breaks my heart.
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Anyhow, if you would like to read a very good book that tells the tale of a woman with a lot of grace and strength, and is told in a real page-turning way, read The View from 13F, by Shari Peterson. It is truly inspiring.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY.