Two friends, one mile apart have no trail between them but of Christmas cards. And on each card a faithful post script: "We must get together in the New Year."
Forty winters or so pass and one friend bravely breaks the spell of illusion:
"Let's face it, Pat. We are never going to see each other again. Just know that I think of you often and wish you well. Merry Christmas."
Pat, now nearing the end of her life, keeps the card at her bedside. She smiles fondly now and then revisiting memories of their times together long ago. The winter thaws into spring, spring eases into summer and at last, summer gives way to fall. Pat passes away. The card remains on the table nearby.
One sad prophecy, needlessly comes true. Two friends, once a mile apart, now a world away.
P.S. ( Mom was an amazing lady who taught me so many lessons in life - but perhaps this one was the greatest - the value of the relationship we have with each other's hearts. I see only good can come from attending to the hearts in our midst with the most sincere and purest intention we can muster. In becoming masters of kindness and nurturing, we can only hope to move that much more swiftly toward a restoration of peace on the planet. Peace is coming - how swiftly is up to us. We can build it one relationship at a time.)
This post is dedicated in Loving Memory to:
Patricia Jane Anne Richardson October 5, 1932 - October 31, 2012.
P.P.S. ( Mom is the one on the left.)
Infinite Blessings of Love and Light to All!