Another Lesson

Six years ago arriving on a Halloween night (also my birthday) in the midst of a snowstorm, I moved into a senior residence in a distant location. A birthday “first” I recall thinking with not much enthusiasm

A fellow resident sitting alone in the lovely lobby greeted me with pleasure, and said,

“Welcome, this will be your new home and family.”

Having been scrupulously trained early in life to be polite, (as I again recall) I smiled and expressed my appreciation for her welcome.

Yet, I did not find her predictions accurate and admittedly the now “historic Covid time” was a contributory factor.

I have missed my far-flung family desperately despite rejoicing in the blessings of the youngest of our clan and his amazing wife, who have both welcomed me into their complicated world with open arms. They have also shared with me the blessing of Will, their son and arranged his weekly Sunday visit now for six years.

However, as time passed by, despite the expectations of my welcoming friend on that snowy nIght I have never bonded with the “New Home and Family” as predicted

Until yesterday, when I was alerted of another death in this historic building housing 100 plus seniors. Death is not unknown and rarely a surprise as age is our common garment. However, yesterday the ferry arrived unexpectedly for a beloved concierge staff member.

Upon learning of Susan’s abrupt return Home, I knew another lesson has been taught, and I do have a new home with an extended family.

As I share the pain of her loss with sorrow.