I did.
Phyl and Lee again went to the city’s annual juried Art Fair that takes over University Avenue for three days, and again called me to tell me they’d found Mel and Kris:Â They’re at this corner (they knew I couldn’t walk the length of the avenue.)Â Did I want to come see them? (Mel and Kris created this, among many other things.)
How badly you could not begin to know, I thought.
So. The hubby and daughter go off to the grocery store and I make my escape, noting that my old car, not having been driven for three weeks, has gotten dusty and bird-pooped-0n and is not a pretty sight. My hair looks about as bad. Oh well.
Last year, when I saw those two, I found out that my feeling that I needed to put them in my daily prayers had coincided with when Kris was a trauma patient who had barely survived.
Today, we threw our arms around each other, and since they’d already talked to Phyllis, they were stunned to see me. (Probably not as stunned as one of my two surgeons who had just gotten out of her car as I was looking for my own parking space. I waved hi, thrilled to see her, and I think I’m going to hear about it at my post-op. Driving at two and a half weeks?! Busted!)
And it turns out. Mel and Kris aren’t on the ‘net much, which I knew, and they hadn’t heard, till earlier today. I knew they were moving and I didn’t have their new address, so I’d figured I’d just have to wait till I saw them with their pottery at another fair to get back in touch.
Kris told me:
Last summer she had had a bum knee and, she reminded me, I had this cane I’d given her. I’d told her not to give it back. She thought she should, though, but in the still-ongoing move, it had gotten misplaced. It finally turned up–in January. She immediately strongly felt, looking at it, that she should pray for me.
So she put that cane where she would see it every day going past her work station to remind her, and every time she saw it she said a little prayer for me. She didn’t know why but it just seemed important and the right thing to do.
I told her a little about what January was like. And since then.
She was as gobsmacked as I was when I found out the same kind of thing after I’d started praying for her.
And here I was. Surgery Aug 5th. Drove myself there (pillow under seatbelt). Looking peachy-fine. It was near closing-down time, so I wasn’t in the way of too many people. We had such a good visit! Finally, she said I needed to rest even if I didn’t feel yet like I did–we knew, both of us, that she was right–and Mel drove me the two and a half blocks to my car over my gentle protests, since his was right there by the booth.
I cannot tell you how glad I am that I went and that I got to see them.
My surgeon saw me. My husband and daughter got home before I did. I am SO busted. And so very, very happy at how it all turned out.