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. 


Jenny P. | January 11, 2012 at 8:09 PM

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. :)

Welcome to the Garden of Egan | January 11, 2012 at 8:18 PM

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.

Kristina P. | January 11, 2012 at 8:40 PM

This was lovely. I'm sure she is watching over you.

CB | January 11, 2012 at 8:45 PM

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.

Connie | January 11, 2012 at 8:55 PM

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.

Grzesiek P. | January 12, 2012 at 3:35 AM

Sweet tear jerker, that post.

gigi | January 12, 2012 at 4:58 AM

I would hope that I would grow to be like Harriet and you :)

Momza | January 12, 2012 at 6:50 AM

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.

Becca | January 12, 2012 at 9:08 AM

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.

lesa | January 12, 2012 at 11:08 AM

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.

Joanie | January 13, 2012 at 8:23 PM

That is great that you have such wonderful memories of your dear friend. I bet she'll be watching over you.

wendy | January 15, 2012 at 11:26 AM

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.