You Wonder Why They Had To Go Away


Bits and pieces.
Bits and pieces.

People. People important to you, people unimportant to you cross your life, touch it with love and carelessness and move on. There are people who leave you and you breathe a sigh of relief and wonder why you ever came into contact with them. There are people who leave you and you breathe a sigh of remorse and wonder why they had to go away and leave such a gaping hole. […]
I believe in God’s master plan in lives. He moves people in and out of each other’s lives, and each leaves his mark on the other. You find you are made up of bits and pieces of all who ever touched your life, and you are more because of it, and you would be less if they had not touched.

Bits and pieces
Bits and pieces.

From the book God is No Fool by Lois A. Cheney

We had some houseguests like this over the weekend. The first time I met the lady of the house, I felt like I had known her all my life. Her husband is military, and we didn’t get to meet him in person until quite some time after we met his lovely wife and children, but even before we met him in person, it felt like we had known each other for a very long time.

Houseguests are a little difficult for the most part these days, as you can imagine if you’re a regular. Mostly, we say no. But houseguests who don’t mind if their hostess disappears into her room without explanation, who are comfortable feeding themselves, or pulling out a book and putting their feet up to read, who maintain a sense of humour about the womenfolk accidentally whipping them at pinochle*- these are not to be missed.

Except when they are gone, and then they are missed immensely.

*The menfolk don’t really mind being beaten by the womens at pinochle, it’s the accidentally part they find grating. Of the two womens playing, one of us had forgotten all the terms and points and kept having to ask what was trump, and which were point cards, and is an Ace in every suit a good thing? And the other has all the memory space of a lobotomized goldfish these days, so I could not remember what had been played, what I had called trump, let alone anybody else, or anything else. My husband kindly introduced himself to me as my husband at one point in the game. My partner said she was relieved, as otherwise, that would have been awkward later at bedtime.

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  1. Sheri
    Posted July 28, 2014 at 10:56 pm | Permalink

    I am so glad that humor, wry or otherwise, is a coping mechanism for you. It encourages me in my own struggles. And DHM, this time is not forever. There is hope. One day you will again breath more freely, think more clearly. And remember your husband! 😉

  2. Fatcat
    Posted July 29, 2014 at 11:51 am | Permalink

    Keep using that humor!

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