My friend died today....

You never know how you will change another person's day, but many times, she changed mine, even if she didn't know it....

I think the hardest part about keeping up a blog is the lack of feedback.  I toil at this keyboard and when I am ready to hit "Publish Post" I smile and think to myself, "that sounds good!"  And then I wait and wait and wait and check and check and check and nothing!  Not one comment?   How is that possible?

I see that people have come to see what I have written.  I see the stats that people are flocking to read what I have written.  HAVE YOU NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT SAID WRITING?  HAVE YOU NO OPINION ABOUT MY NONSENSE?

So, when someone takes the time to let me know how they feel about my words and my ideas and my chaos, it means the world.  When someone takes the time to jot down a few lines of their own about the ideas and thoughts that I have so lovingly and fearlessly sent out into the world, I am touched to my core.

When I was going through a tough time with my son, Cody, a wonderful woman took the time to tell me that I was doing a good job.  When I was missing my ex-mother-in-law because she had passed away, this woman stopped to tell me that I brought a tear to her eye and that because of my writing she was going to call a few people and tell them that she loved them.

She said that I moved her.  What a compliment.



Well, today that woman passed away.  I had no idea that she was ill or that anything was wrong and I expected that eventually I would see her precious name written after a heartfelt comment at the end of my blog really soon.... cause we all know, there is always tomorrow....

I went back to read the comments that she had written to me and I have to tell you that it is, and was, comments like hers that have always inspired me to touch, reach and keep going with my writing.  It isn't like I am making any money over here, I do it for the love of expression and for my readers.  I do it because I want to reach inside someone and tap at their mind or heart, and remind them of a time or a place or a person.

And with Olga, she was kind enough to tap away at the keyboard and let me know she heard me.  Heaven.

I am a believer that Olga is sitting at this kitchen table with me right now watching the tears stream down my cheeks and holding my hand as I type away in her honor.  She only wrote a few words to me, but the words SHE chose were priceless.

You never know who you touch, who is listening and who cares about your call, your text, your email.  Olga inspired me to continue to reach within myself to find something to say.  Like a mom she held my words and realized where they were coming from and told me I was good.

I will miss your words my fellow mom.  I will miss looking forward to seeing your name after a comment and I will miss touching your soul and moving you.  Thank you for reading my words.  Thank you for letting me know that what I write matters and thank you for supporting me through my tough times.

I will look to feel your spirit and smile when I think of your name.  I hope to hold your grand babies in my future and I will let them know what a kind woman you were.

A tear for you my friend....I am thankful for you.
Love,
Meredyth

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