Last evening I was minding my own business when MissD, the lady I dated for over a year pinged me on Yahoo. Mind you, this is after a few testy exchanges, and an elimination of all communication. Then my phone rings, and it's MissD. She said she was in the hospital with her Mom, who had a stroke on Thursday. MissD asked her if there was anything she could do for her, and her Mom said "I'd like to speak with Mr. Vermont, I want to hear his voice". I am Mr. Vermont in those parts.
Now, MissD's Mom is quite advanced in years, so this is a very serious situation. When MissD put her Mom on the phone, I asked her how she was, and she said "Not so good". I told her we would pray for her and I told her that I missed her. She asked me how I was doing and I told her that I was seeing another woman from Vermont. She told me that I had to bring her to Arkansas so she could approve. I asked her if MissD was happy and she said yes, but she likes me better than the new guy.
Anyway, I chatted with MissD for a bit, thankful that she let me speak with her Mom, but fighting to hold back the anger that is still inside me. It is going to take me a while, I guess.
But, I am blessed that MissD shared that moment with me, and thankful that we were able to please her Mom, perhaps for the last time.
It is a marvel, really, this existence we enjoy.
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