I was 19 when I married into my hubby’s family. I went from zero sisters to 5. Let me tell you that was some kind of change. I had never had any sisters, just one brother. I wasn’t exactly sure how to handle being enveloped by a large family.
But I was never made to feel like an outsider. I was treated as if I had been part of the family my whole life.
Jean was my oldest “sister”. She always had a smile and a hug for me. She treated me, a stranger, with love and kindness and patience.
She had a great sense of humor too. She was always laughing at something and it was contagious. She made me feel good just to be around her.
And she raised her children with the same kind of love, kindness and patience. It is evident in the adults they have become.
Jean, I miss you and will always remember you with love in my heart. Heaven scored when they got you.
I worked all night and I was tired when I left, but I stopped and got groceries. When I got home, hubby and I brought the groceries in and put them away.
By this time I was starving, but I was too tired to fix anything. So we decided to go to Denny’s. We had their new Hobbit fare. It was good.
When we got ready to leave there was a long line at the checkout. A group of young people (definitely younger than me), was waiting to pay, but they told me to go ahead of them as I looked like I was going to work. (still in my uniform). I told them I had worked all night. One young woman asked where I worked and I told her at a nursing home. Then one of the young men asked to let him pay for our meal. Of course, I said No. But he kept insisting. An older gentleman with them, said to let him pay for it. The young woman took my bill and handed it to the young man. I thanked them profusely and they thanked me for what I do as a nurse.
I’m getting choked up just typing this. God bless them. He knows who they are.