Sunday, February 22, 2015

The unexpected gifts


So many people are cursing this winter weather, myself included. My friends in New England have feet of snow, not inches. FEET!

Seventeen years ago I was with my best friend Rose. She was in her final days, dying of cancer, wishing she could survive long enough to celebrate one more Christmas, her favorite time of year.

On a cold, overcast November day, with no chance of any precipitation in the weather forecast, we dunked donuts at her kitchen table. Then she laid down to rest.

I walked around her home gazing at her decorative wall groupings. She'd loved having friends over and hosting Home Interior Parties. As I looked at the displays, I remembered us young. I walked past her Grandfather clock, and as it chimed, I realized how fast time was ticking for Rose...me...US.

I walked to the sofa and sat in reflective prayer, questioning, wondering, pleading. And then, two miracles happened. A ray of sunshine burst through a cloud and shone through her window and refracted off her crystal chandelier, splaying rainbows all around her dining room.

I rushed to wake her. "I have a surprise for you. Come see." I helped her shuffle, step by step to the dining room. It took a few minutes, and I hoped and prayed that sunbeam would stay till she could see the glorious colors. She smiled and laughed weakly as those rainbows bounced all over her nightgown. She tried to capture them in her hands, a smile on her face. Then the cloud cover returned, the rainbows disappeared, and the gloom returned.

I helped Rose inch her way to the couch in the living room dragging fifty feet of oxygen hose behind her. As we sat, lost in our own thoughts, her oxygen tank pumping overtime, I parted the drapes behind the sofa and gazed out the picture window. I could not believe my eyes. Huge, hamster-size snowflakes were drifting to the ground covering the yard in  a blanket of soft white. I helped Rose reposition herself so she could see out, which required major effort on her part. But oh what a reward. Silent tears rolled down our cheeks.

I talked to her about the snowfalls when our kids were young and we were neighbors. I reminisced about sledding, building forts and igloos in the backyard, our dogs romping in the snow. "This is your gift," I told her. We sat in silent reverence for fifteen minutes, then I helped get her back to bed.

Rose did not live to see another Christmas, but together she and I witnessed her last snowfall.

Above those wintry, frustrating snow clouds, I realized as Rose slept, there was hope... hope everlasting.   

15 comments:

Julia Gordon-Bramer said...

This may just be the most beautiful thing I've ever read by you, and that is saying a lot! Gorgeous.

Susan said...

Beautiful piece, Linda. Your love for Rose comes through. Hope she is now a good intercessory for you in the other realm of life. Susan p.s. Thanks so much for all the sweet visits to my blog.

Mevely317 said...

Tears!
I wholeheartedly agree with what Julia just said.
If only everyone were fortunate enough to have a "Linda" in their final days!

Sioux said...

Linda-You should be able to predict what I am going to say: This could and should be a CS story.

Will you think about it?

Bookie said...

Totally beautiful despite the sadness.

Tammy said...

Oh, how lovely. I'm with Sioux. This one should go in the next Hope and Miracles book!

Val said...

No coincidences.

Susan Sundwall said...

I hope my last days are peppered with visits from wonderful friends like you, Linda. Thank you for sharing. Hugs.

Jennifer Brown Banks said...

Lovely, Lin. Thanks for sharing this.

K9friend said...

A lovely story and well worth remembering. Even in the darkest night we must hold on to the hope of a bright new day.

Pat
Critter Alley

Daisy said...

This is a beautiful and heartwarming piece, Linda. Well written and moving.

Sandi said...

"Above those wintry, frustrating snow clouds, I realized as Rose slept, there was hope... hope everlasting. "


This was a beautiful...and timely...piece. Thank you!

Lisa Claro said...

I'm glad you were there to share those things with Rose, and also glad that she had a friend like you who understood the treasure in them.

Susan J. Reinhardt said...

Beautiful memory! It reminds me of a saying I often see on Facebook. There's a picture of someone looking up and saying, "I know that was from you." I've had so many of those moments over the years, and I'm grateful for every one of them.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

How absolutely WONDERFUL of you to make this moment for her...