15 08 2009

farewellA friend of mine died yesterday. Not really a friend, but I had known her for years. I had watched her grow and develop into a very nice young lady, always doing what she thought was right.

She lived with her parents until her father died and then it was just her and her mother. They did really well for many years. My friend had an IQ that was right on the line, maybe just a little above the line that separates those who are considered normal from those who are considered to have  problems. She tried very hard to always mind her mother and go to church and look nice and clean and be a nice person to everyone. Then her world unraveled over time. Her mother passed away. She lived alone for many years in the only place she knew as home. Her brothers and sisters all passed away over the years. She had no one to really watch out for her. But she managed. She always managed.

Then the house began to fall apart around her. The roof leaked everywhere. But she could still manage. It was difficult to prepare a meal because the stove didn’t work really well anymore. And the refrigerator sometimes didn’t get things very cold. But that was alright. She could manage.

Then the electric lines to her house got blown down during a storm. And she had another leak. In fact, several more leaks.

Since there were no close family members anymore, friends tried to help. But the more they helped, the worse it seemed to be. She could do alright. If everyone would just leave her alone.

Finally, there was talk of her moving. But she just couldn’t do that. This was her home. She had lived here all her life. She just couldn’t leave. No matter what.

Then she hurt her back. And her legs didn’t seem right anymore. And she was having some trouble eating her food. Some things just ¬†wouldn’t go down right.

Friends insisted she go to a doctor to see about her problems. She really didn’t want to go, but she finally had to. Her back just wasn’t getting any better. She couldn’t even walk to church anymore like she had done for so many years.

The doctor put her in the hospital and kept her there until arrangements could be made to move her to a nursing home where she would have proper care. But it just wasn’t home. Oh, if she could just go home. And she cried late at night all by herself because she was so lonely and so lost and she needed someone so bad. But there wasn’t anyone anymore. They were all gone.

And so God called her yesterday and took her home to be with her brothers and sisters and mother and father. And I’m sure when she met God, she asked Him why he had taken so long to come and get her. She had been ready for a long, long time.

Life is hardest of all for those who are almost alright; those who almost make it to normal, but just can’t seem to get there no matter how hard they try.

She was a really great person and I’m so glad I got to know her even a little bit. May God bless her soul abundantly. And I’m sure He already has.



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