hunting for harriet
My good friend died a couple of months ago. I cried for a few days and then sang at her funeral. Since then I find myself driving past her house and staring at the dark inside, where so often I would see her silhouette shuffling around or watching a BYU game.
My friend was 95 and her name was Harriet.
On my way home from running some errands today I decided to wander through the local cemetery to see if I could feel her somewhere. I remembered how we hugged every time we saw each other. I remembered how she pitched in to the ward mission fund for our oldest missionary while I was back in school. I remembered dropping in every March 22nd to say happy birthday. I never found her headstone, but I think I found her.
She was sitting right there in my sentimental heart.
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My grandmother died when I was 17. I keep a picture of her on the back of my piano because it used to be her piano. She left it to me because before she died I would go and play her favorite hymns on her piano. I find her often - sometimes by the piano and sometimes when I'm anywhere else and someone sneezes three times in a row, because she always did the same thing.
And I always feel her close whenever I hold my new babies... she loved babies and I like to think she held them for me before they became mine.
I love sentimental hearts. :)
That is so sweet. I love cemeteries. Is that creepy?
I just love to ponder on the lives of those people and the life they had in the "dash" line.
This was lovely. I'm sure she is watching over you.
Beautiful Kazzy. Older friends bring alot to our lives. Many people don't appreciate that. I love that you do. I think your friend Harriet is smiling.
This brings back so many memories of the older sisters in our ward and the closeness I have felt to most of them. One in particular was Mae. I sang at her funeral with a group of other women who were blessed by her life.
Harriet has been a topic of conversation in the past. I remember her. I'm glad you have her in your heart. Beautifully said.
Sweet tear jerker, that post.
I would hope that I would grow to be like Harriet and you :)
This was so touching, Kazzy. It reminds me of when I did the temple work for my grandmother. She was there and oh how my heart ached for her. That's the thing about love--it is eternal.
I want to be your new Harriet. I already hug you every time I see you (which is SO not often enough). And I love the feeling of finding.
My dear little 91-year-old visiting teaching partner passed away last month. I'm going to be lost at visiting teaching for awhile, I can tell. Every day I drive past her house, I think of our special VT times together. She is missed.
That is great that you have such wonderful memories of your dear friend. I bet she'll be watching over you.
how sweet. I loved that last statement that you "found her in your sentimental heart"
and I think she will STAY there.
Hard to loose people we love.
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