He would’ve been 76 which seems old to the young, young to the old.
Wonder what he’s doing?
Fishing for glimpses into life after this one ends, not so curious I want to leave today.
Thinking odd thoughts like, while Jud’s ageless, I’m aging. Will he recognize me?
Culled through Jud’s books, yesterday, hunting one to give Luke for his 13th birthday. Found one on boating, given to Jud when he was a teenager, preparing to lead the boat crew at Word of life Camp in Schroon Lake, New York. So young. So trustworthy.
Stopped writing to run a few errands. Half way home I realized I’d left my cane dangling on the grocery cart. Called to see if someone’d turned it in.
“No. I’ll go out and look,” said someone from customer service.
It’s raining. Not pleasant to go outside and look.
When I pulled up, a cart boy asked,”Anything I can do for you?”
I, weary from more than forgetfulness, uttered a feeble,”Just here to see if anyone’s turned in a cane. It’s turquoise and sparkly.” (unlike me)
“I found it! Wait here, I’ll get it for you.”
So I sat, warm and dry, listening to Prairie Home Companion and fishing for tip money.
He returned, grinning and holding my cane like a song and dance man.
“Here it is, Miss.”
Misfit, I thought, while thanking and handing him a tip.
“Can’t take that but is there anything else I can do for you?”
“No. You’ve done more than enough. Thank you.”
He smiled, again, and blessed me by not adding,”no problem.”
Simple act of kindness on a day when I missed Jud.
Sorta felt like God sent him, disguised as a cart boy.
and it’s not my birthday.
Wonder if that’s what Jud wanted for his.
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