| December 2009 |
| Dear Millie, |
| So glad to hear that you are feeling better; I heard from Mary Lou that you had a stroke and that you were doing well. I, too, had a stroke about 18 months ago and after a two week stay in a nursing home rehab center I left feeling better. The only remnant is a weak right leg that necessitates a cane. Tell me how you are feeling and coping when you write, okay? |
| I was remembering our escapades at work today. You were always smiling through all the dreariness and turmoil. You made me feel better, Millie. My job was a new and controversial one, as you well know. Remember the letterhead episode? It really was a meltdown, and the flowers you and Lorraine sent made a world of difference. I loved the days when you would appear in the doorway to my office and say quietly. “How about lunch? It’s on the firm.” Off we would go, two or three us in our dress up clothes around the corner to Capriccios. The conversation would be lively and the camaraderie abounded. And we enjoyed a few laughs at the expense of our pompous waiters. Why were they displaying such a sour attitude? My husband and I have been there recently and lucked out with a smiling woman waiter. Thank you, God, for small favors. |
| I was looking through a box of old pictures today and found the album from my first marriage. My dear parents put on a beautiful celebration, even thought they were adamantly opposed to my marriage. I was leaving college at the end of my junior year and this upset them terribly, And I don’t think they really liked my choice of a partner. My father said later, after the divorce, that he “wasn’t our kind of people.” But the wedding was so beautiful, Millie. Daisies were the flowers and yellow was the feature color in the bridesmaids’ dresses and reception decorations. We picked peonies for the church and they smelled so sweet. My dress was just the epitome of pretty. It had full cap sleeves and embroidery on the bodice. The train was just the right length. My father was so nervous giving away his dear daughter. My mother, in spite of her great disappointment, came through with flying colors, managing all the food and plans. She smiled brightly and let herself have a good time. |
| I’m telling you this story because I’m thinking about love and its many dimensions. Out of bitterness and anger my parents gave me a precious gift. They didn’t look back, Millie, and so I say to you, don’t look back. Keep the love in your heart in spite of any disappointment you may have. It’s not always easy, but peace of mind is priceless. |
| Blessings, |
| Sheila |