Yesterday I lost two friends. One was my co-workers father in law, he had bone cancer. What a fighter!! I met him when I had a flat tire in the country and he drove by, and fixed it for me in a jiffy. He had farmed all his life, and you know how strong farmers are, ......I would have had to wait for AAA to come and rescue me, instead it was a man in his 80's....life is funny like that,
my friend --sweet Greta. What a fighter!!!!. I hope when life throws me over a cliff I have all the courage and fight that they showed, to climb back up and plant my feet back on the ground.
I picture brave Greta taking hold of that old farmers hand and walking him into the heavens. She probably wasn't surprised one bit to see him, but I am sure he was laughing at that little puggy. All his life he dealt with big cows, not tiny pugs, ....... AND I am sure the conversation into the stars, covered many topics, from the freedom of being outdoors, their families, and their first love.
I bet he told her that leaving his first love was the hardest, and I know Greta agreed. They shared that commonality. They both loved a woman who took care of them each and everyday, and her love... they will always carry with them.
They also discussed the loving family and friends they left behind. I imagine Greta just squeezed his hand real hard, and he hugged her wrinkled little neck. They didn't need any words to share their emotions.
I don't know if they parted ways once they reached the heavens, if he went toward the gate to heaven and she went toward the bridge. I imagine everyone was waiting and yelling for her to dance on across it. I imagine he was seeing a similar scene playing out. They probably told each other goodbye for now, and maybe he will go and visit her down the road.
Its us who are looking up into the clouds, with our heavy hearts, and wet eyes, that struggle....but with each loss here in Blogville, we learn yet one more thing, that valuable lesson that they leave us to find. I imagine the lesson is different for each of us, and only when we are ready to see it, do we realize the meaning.
So goodbye just for now Sweet Greta, I will always strive to have your courage to fight in the hardest moments. You will be my inspiration.
Stella Rose's Momma