Ironic

Ironic is what it is. 

If I ever needed confirmation that 

Blogging, sharing my thoughts was

Something I must do, I received that yesterday. 

Bestie Ann and I made it to the funeral

Of our dear friend and classmate Roxanne. 

We met Laurie there with her bestie babies. 

As I make it to the front of the church to

Pay my respects to the family many memories

Flood back. Roxanne in high school, 

Roxanne working with us at the hospital, 

Roxanne playing Pokeno with our group

For many years. I stop to speak and give hugs to 

Rox's parents and then her dear daughter, Who is

An adult now. She is so composed. So much like her Mother

In that way. I think she may not remember me 

From our Pokeno days when she was a little girl

So I remind her of who I am. 

She counters back with 

"Oh yeah, I remember you because of your blog. 

My Mom loved your blog and often shared from 

It or had me read it" 

Wow! I now know I don't do this just for me

But for those who may get something out of the

Things I write. 

I ask for permission to use her Mom and she says 

"Blog away, please!" 

So today I begin a routine once again involving 

Early mornings, a cup of coffee and 

A blog. 

Thanks Alyssa for showing me the way