The Kindness of Strangers

Dear John,

 

Long day at work, sitting and entering data all day. I'm stiff! It's just possible that I'm not 20 anymore.

 

I was thinking today about what a wide, wonderful support network I have. They asked me about that, that last day at the hospital. I told them I had good support, but I had no idea just how good it would be. And I didn't know how much it would mean to just know that people are there - I don't need to talk to them or hear from them, to feel better because of them.

 

Your funeral and viewing really helped - the church was packed like I've never seen it. I'd expected a crowd - since you are, after all, the world's only perfect man - but it exceeded even my expectations. Knowing that so many people loved you enough to come, some from very far away, helps now, too. And I'm glad to know that so many folks come by the cemetery to talk to you.

Remember how I said, after spending three weeks in Memorial with gram-negative sepsis, that I'd never received so much kindness before? The last few months have equalled that. I've never been one, like Blanche, to depend on the kindness of strangers. But the most unexpected people have been so kind to me - banks and billing people and insurance people, and even telemarketers. And all of it touches my heart and helps.

So tonight I'm grateful for all the kind, loving people in my life. When you pray for me tonight, don't forget to say a prayer for the folks who are being so good to me. I love them all. And I love you, so, so much.
Joan.