I am both an orphan and a widow, these are facts, no one can lessen them, or dispute them. And I often feel alone in the world because of it, although I know it’s untrue, and I am never alone.
My friends and children would never allow that to happen.
Yet, I had a few dark moments before my daughter graduated from Campolindo High School on Friday night, but that morning, I woke full of hope, and even excitement, to share this day with all of the people who have woven themselves into the fabric of our lives.
As planned, I had a beautiful dinner with the Wells family, and finally met Grandpa Jack, a former district attorney, and Grandmother Barbara from Blackhawk, California who still drives a convertible Mercedes. And, it was truly an honor to be part of their family for the evening, and I hope to do so again.
My dear friend, Denise and her daughter drove me to graduation, and once there, I knew almost everyone in some way, we live in a small town after all.
My husband’s three best friends were there too, they comprised his golf foursome, and have been a constant presence in our lives. Even so, I was surprised to see them together, smiling and with flowers, on the field after the ceremony.
My child radiated happiness and joy, and I felt we were as we’ve always been, embraced and loved by our small town.
After dinner, I came home to a sleepover with a half dozen 16 year old girls. They had been at a graduation party four doors down, and I sat with them, and listened as they told me about their night.
Then, my doorbell rang, and it was my neighbor. I had forgotten to pick up my daughter’s memory board, so they brought it home for me.
This is where I live. There are no words to express how blessed I feel.
Love and blessings to all.