This is the time of year many of us reflect on what we want out of this new year. Or life. Or even just today.
I have many friends who believe in their past lives. If I had one, I sure don't remember it. And I'm not interested in delving back many centuries to figure it out. I'm pretty sure I was a Goddess of some sort!
The above photo was on a friend's Facebook page and it just reminded me of Mr. Ralph. That man cherished me. Simple as that. Like it was his job to make sure I was happy and loved. Every meal I made for him, he thanked me. Every day he asked about what happened in my world. Every day I received a compliment.
It was reciprocal. In the most loving way ... not as payback or that I owed it to him. I was his personal cheerleader. I enjoyed helping to make his life easier. He was employed (high stress ... running a company with 100+ employees) and I would find simple ways to relieve the burden. Fortunately, I knew most of the employees there and had electronic access to his calendar. I made his hair appointments, doctor and dental appointments and put Kate's school activities on so he could try to plan around them. I kept track of prescription refills for him. He loved having friends over and I entertained with him a LOT.
I'm glad I had almost 29 years of being celebrated. Once in a lifetime experience, I'm sure.