Jennifer New Writes & Reads

I pull into the driveway this morning of the lady I help each day. I love this client! She makes me laugh and I in turn make her laugh. We both have great big out loud guffaws. I greet her cocker spaniel on the porch, promise him breakfast and rub his ears. I slip into the house, not knowing if she will be in great pain or way spunky. I am in for a very energetic story. What a treat! Granny, I adopted her as mine, claps her hands together, and begins her story. She got up right before the first morning lights, rolls into the kitchen, and makes coffee. She sits by the window and watches for the birds to arrive. She looks over and sees her husband. He has his coffee mug filled and they sit and talk all morning. The talk about their time in their RV and his death due to Agent Orange. They talk about the rooster that stayed outside his bedroom window UP in the tree till he died. As she talked, I began to understand she REALLY had coffee with her late husband! I know that in my heart, that her having a terminal illness, she really saw her husband in her kitchen. He was there for her.