Words are the only things which last forever. ~ Winston Churchill
Last Sunday, my son and I landed in London at 6 a.m. While dragging my bags to the underground tube station, I turned on my phone to a stream of vague “call me immediately” messages. When I finally emerged from the subway and found cell service, I got the news: one of my oldest and dearest friends had died. Chris was a seemingly healthy 48 yr old. I’d just seen him, just had dinner with him. How was this possible? I went back to read our last exchange of text messages, as if some clue could be found there. These were his last words to me: Safe travels! I hate that you’re so far away! I am SO BLESSED to have such great friends. Love you friend!
It was too early to check into our hotel, so we left our bags with the bellman and headed out for a walk. It was cold and blowing a gale and raining in London. We found refuge in the bunker underneath the Treasury. Winston Churchill’s War Rooms. I saw a plaque that read: Words are the only things which last forever.
Later that evening, I received a message from my cousin about Aunt Mary, my mom’s closest sister. Aunt Mary has been very ill. The message said: Mom’s gone. I remembered what Aunt Mary said 2 weeks ago, the last time I saw her: It’s always such a pleasure to see you, Teri Lynn. Come back and see me soon, okay?
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