They remember my world

I helped serve a public dinner on Sunday. I recognized the older couple and when I saw the lady I thought of my mother. She must be nearly the same age as my mother. Chatter was light as they passed through the food line. After they had eaten the gentleman came to me. When he and his wife sat down, he said, his wife asked, “Is that Goldie?” 

I was touched that she would remember my mother. I reached out and said, “Hug your wife for me. I am so touched that she remembered my mom.”

“Do I have to?” he grinned. 

A while later I got to thank the woman myself. “I miss her so much,” I said.

“I understand,” she said.

A woman came through the line. “You’re Goldie’s daughter, aren’t you?” 

I was surprised again. “Yes, I am.”

“When you were going to get married—you were so young, the both of you—you came and bought a table and chairs from me.” 

I remembered immediately. But my surprise was that she remembered me! Again I was touched that someone had so much recall about my world.

I am thinking about how I told God I feel lost. I don’t know where I belong, I told him. I’m thinking that he is guiding me to figure that out. 

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