When Most Needed
. . . Were you there?
At the time of my husband’s preparing to pass to the other side,
I happened to meet - (during a required shopping trip) - a young
Native American woman whom I barely knew.
She made inquiry about the happenings in my life, to which I
naturally replied with an update about my husband’s state of
life and nearing death.
She stated very compassionately that he would be just fine,
but that it was I myself about whom she was concerned
. . . about my being the one left behind, a thought that had
not previously realistically occurred to my conscious mind.
I also had a very dear friend who was constantly by my side
through the entire process. . . aiding me in every way possible.
But after my husband had made his transition, she totally
disappeared for a good length of time. She later expressed
that she had not realized my great need for her at that time.
In a state (New Mexico) that was not my home. . . and not
really knowing anyone there. . . nor surrounded with anything
truly familiar . . .
