It was a moving sprinkle today for me. The children and I picked up our friend whose sweetheart died a few weeks ago. We brought her out to lunch.
It was so wonderful to spend time with her, to get to know her history a little better, to talk about the old days. She is 80 years young and can no longer drive, but she is still the same dear woman I remember.
It is hard to think about her feeling stuck at home, and not wanting to impose on people for rides. It makes me wish I lived closer. But I don't (we live an hour away), so the next best thing I can do is to see her as regularly as possible.
We have plans to meet again next month. Again God blesses. Out of loss comes a rekindled friendship.