Though these fine folks had been family friends for more than 15 years, We’d never, but in passing. met.
They lived catty-corner from my Grandparents in the small (it is fair to say miniscule) town in which my earthly father had grown up. The same one we returned to for 30+/- years each hot (v-e-r-y) hot summer. Indeed it is well-known their care, friendship & love is the main reason my pioneer spirit Grands were able to keep and live “independently” in their home of 50 years as age, and it’s ever faithful companion Father Time, marched relentlessly on.
I’d not been here since 2010. By choice. The tension. A cold shoulder, or two. The looks. Sometimes one must just say ‘no thanks.’ Enough said.
Back to here. People milling about . A petite silver-haired, purposeful woman came down the few stairs. We’d never really met until recently. I’d heard about The Browns for years. EVERYONE knew TheBrowns. Said in a voice as if they were celebrities 😉 which will give them such a chuckle as they read this. “Good people.” Enough said.
The whirlwind of the past few days kept my mind from focus.” TheBrowns. We’d been emailing back and forth in preparation for this funeral. Family everywhere. What was left. Now boxing up, emptying & carting off what was left of 50+ years.
“Shandra.” I tried to focus on the lovely, Godly , petite patient woman before me. “Listen to me”, taking my hand. I’m so happy to finally meet you.” “I’ve been watching you….” Listen to me.” She paused. Making sure she had my undivided attention. “I want you to hear me— “You’re nothing like they’ve said you are.”
“You’re nothing like they claimed.”
Holding back the floodgates of the decades was difficult.
“Thank you.” Enough said.
This post has been in waiting since 2013. Whenever Life decides to question who I am, I recall the statement by a woman I’d never met, but had heard all about…and vice versa.
There are times in life when one must be the voice of reason. The voice of calm. The voice of boundaries. Not everyone will appreciate it. Only a very few can withstand the push-back, especially when it’s ‘family’. Designed as VIP in our world. They are. In one way or another.
These words I share with you. Offering Hope . There will be times of attack. False Accusations. Miscommunication. Draw the line,then Take the high road. Speak softly. You”ll be happy you did. Truth always wins.
Today TheBrowns came by. From Texas. Through Nampa, Eugene, The Oregon Coast to The High Desert.
Her words of Wisdom and the prayers of These Saints resound. Truth Wins. Enough said.
Until next time,
You might be interested in seeing more about My People, some of our travels The Grand Road Trip , Really going now!, Of Progress, Jesus and Gentlemen or a grandparents’ surprise Unopened. Family–One Year, One Week and A Lifetime Ago