How lucky am I? At age 80, I’m still blessed with Connie, my oldest sister, who gives me support and wisdom whenever I need it late at night.
Without a doubt, Connie is the brightest of the four Kuhl children. She whizzed through high school, college and graduate school at a time when As were not passed out like jelly beans. Being five years Connie’s junior, I only grew up knowing she loved golf, bridge and me.
Last month, I was troubled with an old friend who borrowed a large sum of money to save his house. His luck turned, and he had plenty of dollars to return my loan. He did not. I was angry and about to put down the hammer. Connie advised me to hold off, be patient and loving. I reluctantly said okay. Yesterday, my friend gave me a big hug of gratitude and a check for the full amount plus interest. I didn’t need the money, but I sure needed the hug.
And last year, I was struggling through a deep depressive mood. I don’t know why. I felt Connie’s hand on my shoulder. She said nothing, but I felt the love and spiritual support coming from her touch and I began counting my many blessings. The depression lifted.
Connie died December 17, 2022. I’m so grateful she’s still hanging around in the corners of my mind.
“What’s it all about?” by William Slebos