A Found Friend

Recently a person I knew back in high school and college made contact with me. He had found my blog and through it my daughter's email. He emailed her and asked her to forward some info to me from him. It was quite a surprise to hear from him since it has been forty, yes forty, years since I have seen him. He and his family had moved from Pueblo to Bemidji, Minnesota in the '60s, and after that he and his brother had come back to Pueblo to visit my family when I was in college. He and I are going to write to each other and talk about old times and old memories.

Memories of the past are both changeable and set in stone. While we remember people, places, times and events, it's possible we don't remember them exactly right. Also I have a tendency not to want to meet up with people whom I haven't seen for a long time because I know that the memories they have of the young me are probably so much better than the reality of the older me is. I don't want to ruin the way people remember me by letting the "now" me interfere.

I guess when we meet old friends in Heaven it won't matter how much we had changed on earth because in Heaven "we shall be like Him for we shall see Him as He is." I look forward to that.

All My Children

My daughter is a blessing to me. Since I lost my mother and my sister who were my best friends for my whole life, Jen has worked at taking care of me. She is concerned about what I am concerned about. She prays for my prayer requests. She sends great gifts for birthday, Mother's Day, and Christmas. She gives me advise and tries to get me to do things that she thinks would be good for me.

When Jen came home at Christmas, she paid to take us to the Denver Art Museum where we saw historical and famous paintings including one by Renoir. She was willing to rest when I wanted to and stay as long as I wanted to. She was very thoughtful and fun to be with.

Often in the past when Jen came home for a visit, by the third or fourth day we were starting to get on each other's nerves. Now we can go to the fourth or fifth day! (;> We have good times and I really appreciate her. She works at getting along and enjoying our time together. I wish I could see her more often, but she spends a lot of money to come home and visit, more money than I want her to.

My son is also a blessing to me. Currently he is living with me and my husband while he is working and going to school for landscaping. Often in the evenings he sits down and talks with me. He talks about his classes and what he is learning or what projects he is working on. Just like old times, he has wanted his dad or me to help with a project or two, which is enjoyable for us.

Aaron does housecleaning every week for me. He usually cleans the bathroom, sweeps the kitchen, or vacuums the living room. He also carries in groceries and helps put them away. He also lets me borrow his computer from time to time. My husband and I have a computer, but Gary uses is a lot of the time.

Aaron has always been and still is a nice person. I enjoy spending time with him. He feels like he spends more time with his parents than the average person his age, but he seems to tolerate it reasonably well. I know I'll miss him when he moves out after his schooling is completed.