The dog days of summer are past, the nights are downright chilly, and folks are getting out to soak up the last of the warmth from the sun. Mr. FixIt and I had a slow start to our day. I made my streamlined French Toast for breakfast then headed over to the farm to mow. Mr. FixIt worked on putting the stuff away that he pulled out to install the new garage door. He’s still pretty beat up from working so hard this week and I wanted to get things done so we’d have today to relax. 

The grass was thick and damp at the farm so I had to go over it twice to mulch it. I had to sit on the front porch for a bit and enjoy the fruits of my labor before I headed home. Mr. FixIt wanted to go to town to see the Traveling Vietnam Memorial Wall, so we stopped to pick up some supper and had a picnic at the park then looked at the names. A cousin of Hubby #2 is named on the wall so I looked him up.

A quick trip to Sam’s then we headed home. I needed to help Mr. FixIt put the last of the stuff away that was removed from the garage to install the new overhead door. They predicted rain for last night so we wanted everything picked up and put away. By the time we finished, it was time to write.

I noticed when I opened my iPad that yesterday was my dear friend Sparky’s birthday. She would have been 70 years old. Grief is a funny thing. I’ve lost people I dearly love and it has hurt me to my core. Losing Mr. Virgo was the worst. Losing Sparky was right up there in the top five. My chest still hurts when I think of her and all the fun we had. Even though we graduated from high school together, we didn’t really become friends till I moved to West Virginia after Mr. Virgo died. She kinda took me under her wing and steered me in the right direction when I messed up. She was my confidante…my 3:00am chat partner…the person I went to when I needed to know something. She was a walking encyclopedia. She cussed like a sailor but her heart was an ooey gooey marshmallow. If she liked you, she’d give you the shirt of her back. Cross her and she let you know about it in no uncertain terms.

Little has “The Gift.” She’s sensitive to messages and communications. She texted me last week and told me my friend came to her and told her to tell me to check in on my brother. I asked her which friend. She said the one who died because she wouldn’t go to the hospital. She said she’s happier on the other side and specifically said to tell me “We’ll see ya eventually, but don’t you dare rush to get here!”

I miss her like crazy…but somehow, that message comforted me. I know I’ll see her again.

Eventually.

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“But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared for them a city.”

Hebrews 11:16 ESV