I don’t mean to be morose, but I was asked to say a few words at a funeral.
As I began to think about what I would say, it reminded me how far I have to go to receive a miniscule dose of the wonderful qualities I remember about my friend who died. It wasn’t about me, it was about her.
She had courage and joy in the face of great adversity. No way have I reached that level. I collapse into a puddle of tears when my dryer alerts me it’s filled with lent;
She never said an evil word against another. I merrily join into marathon gossip sessions whenever I’m confronted with something juicy;
She lifted me up when I was down. If you’re down, stay away from me, it could be contagious.
I want to change. I really do. I never want to gossip again or fall apart when things don’t go my way. I want to encourage others in their time of need.
I’m working on it. No, really I am. I am being encouraged by Miss Grace who looks over us now.
I do keep Rebel and Lucky Dawg’s bowls filled. I hope taking care of animals counts.