Do y’all ever feel like sometimes you take people for granted until it’s just about too late? Every time I post something about Ms. Charlsie, y’all leave the nicest comments about how “good” I am to her. I thank you for that, but it also really convicts me. That, and the fact that on her birthday she mentioned to me that she used to be bothered because I didn’t come around often and she used to “fuss to herself about that”. Ouch!
I’ve been neighbors with her for almost 18 years. It took a few years, maybe even 4 or 5, before Hardy came knocking at our door to introduce himself. After that, it was mostly David that went visitin’ the neighbors. I went with him occasionally “when I had time”, usually Sunday nights or Wednesday nights after church. I did fall in love with them in the times I spent with them, but it was David who was completely faithful to be of service to them and to care for their needs on a daily basis. He has been and still is a hero – to me – and to her.
When Hardy came knocking, my children were probably 7 and 5 years old at the time and I was “busy”. I was “busy” taking them to school and things. I then became “busy” taking them to ballgames and practices. That carried on through high school. I drove by her house waving more times than I can count.
It wasn’t until Hardy died that I started to try to be there more for her. Even though, I tried to “make time for her”… you know, sacrifice a little time to go see the sweet neighbor lady… I ALWAYS received the blessing just being with her.
When I post on her, I mean every word I say. I am SO blessed just knowing her and having the opportunity to get to know her on a deep, personal level. She is really something and I love spending time with her. I love her stories and the memories she shares of times past. I love how she talks with such respect about her relatives, some alive and some now gone. I love how she and Hardy made it a personal mission to get to know their neighbors and to take time for them… even when THEY were very busy. I love when she talks with me openly and honestly about how lonely she is for her sweet husband and the children she never had. She is one in a million – and y’all, I have not always been so available to her. But, I am trying now, because I won’t have her for much longer.