Here at Baptist Village a van goes each Thursday to Walmart, and several of us climb aboard to buy all the things without which we can’t possibly live another day. Usually, I make the journey about every fourth week, and last week was my coming-out time again.
I was glad I chose to go last Thursday because immediately on entering the store, I saw red, literally as far as the eye could see were suggestions on what to get your true love. Stuffed animals, bright colored and huggable, flowers, both cut and plant varieties, jewelry, candy — particularly calorie-filled chocolates were in prominent spots along the front aisles. I was reminded of my comment many years ago to my husband, George. “You always get me something nice for Valentine’s Day, but I don't always find anything for you.”
He said in a surprised tone, “Valentine’s Day is a girl’s day. Men don’t need anything for that holiday”
“Oh, Okay,” I said. I could live with that.
Last Thursday though, I started thinking. Maybe there ought to be an expansion of that day for me. I’m at that stage in my life when I’m missing the one true love in my life, but I’m grateful for many friends who show their affection, or at least toleration, for me in many sweet, thoughtful ways.
I began recounting to myself all the many things my friends do for me on a regular basis. Last Saturday, my walking buddies, Bette and Vestal Cole came out and picked me up, took me to a delicious lunch at Chili’s. When they brought me home, they came in and visited with me for another hour or so. Since they were starting on Monday for two months of free tax preparation under the auspices of AARP, time was a precious commodity for them.