We’ve had so many people in our lives to be thankful for. Some who have moved on to Heavenly plains, some who still bless our lives just with their presence. The entire idea of this weekly post is to make sure that everyone knows how very blessed we feel that they are in our lives. There is absolutely no way I could ever find the time to individually list every single thing and every single person that has blessed us. Be it a prayer, a smile, a hug, a donation to our son’s medical fund, a ride to football or the school or just sitting and listening.
When we first moved back to Freeport and into our apartment, we had a very sweet, wonderful woman who lived next door. My boys adored Miss Phyllis. And she loved them. In a time when we were keeping them away from their parental grandparents, she showed them that there was love in the world. Every time Eddie saw her, he ran to give her a hug. She was such a special woman in their lives. I still miss her smiling eyes and our little chats. I doubt she ever realized exactly how much joy she brought into my boy’s lives.
Across the street, was another very sweet elderly woman. Jamey would go over once a week and make sure her trash was taken out. For that, she insisted on paying him a quarter. He obviously didn’t do it for the money. She taught him the value of doing something for others and how good it feels. When she moved, she was in her late 80’s early 90’s and Jamey enjoyed watching out for her. Just thinking of her makes me smile, and I think of both women mentioned here very often.
The day that I remember meeting Bert for the first time was a difficult one. Jamey was already friends with his daughter. He was a police officer here in town and I was in the middle of a horrific gall bladder attack. Jim was at work and I had both boys at home. They were way too young to leave alone. So I waited until I could walk them to the bottom of my Mom’s street to call the ambulance. Bert and Paula have always been good to my boys and to me. Bert was one of the strongest men I have ever met. The way he bounced back from amputation was inspiring. He became Eddie’s Buddy. I have family that I would never trust leaving my boys with, I have never had any doubt with Bert and Paula. I know I could trust them with their lives. The day that Jamey had a really bad reaction to a medication, all I had to do was make a call and I knew Ed was safe. Bert passed three years ago. And he is extremely missed.
When we had to leave my sister in laws with no place left to go, the only person I knew I could trust with the boys was Paula. She kept them from sleeping on the streets. We literally had nothing except a ferret, and she took the boys for a few days and ended up leaving us stay there as well. I will never be able to thank her enough for those days of respite. Between her and Carrie, in a time when I was questioning all of humanity, they showed me that there were people who cared. I love Paula’s openness and frankness. She’s not fake and you know where you stand. I so wish I could find more time to spend with her. I miss her, and the real shame is that she’s not to far from me. I find joy in the fact that she’s enjoying a new, beautiful grandchild. She deserves happiness. Not a day goes by that she doesn’t cross my mind.
My dear, sweet friend Carrie. We met when Jamey was an infant, and have remained unlikely friends. She really is like a sister to me. When I don’t hear from her for a few days, I worry. We’ve been through ups and downs. We’ve argued. From the day that she thought my then infant was a puppy to pet, the day we spoiled my cousins elopement together, and even later today or tomorrow when we talk. She’s been a constant in my life where no others reside.
There are so many more that I want to tell you about, but I am out of penguins and time for today. May your Thursday bring joy.
Who are the special people in your life that you are thankful for?