She waited for the right moment, not too soon—not before the work was done,
The commitments completed, when no one would be inconvenienced.
Did she know that I would sleep unaware?
Undisturbed by the voiceless ping of our common tether?
Her distant eyes that night had still spoken, albeit in weathered code,
Of love, and gratitude, and a tired longing to fulfil the journey.
Unknowing—our long journey together complete, I left her that night
Under the loving gaze of a compassionate stranger. To sleep . . . and begin anew.
This is in memory of my wonderful Mother, Marian Oehlman, who quietly left this earth on April 29th, 2014 just two days after the end of my April Fiber Qwest Retreat. She wouldn’t have wanted to take me away from my ladies. She always fulfilled her commitments and expected the same from me.
I am grateful for the support of so many of my lovely ladies who have kept me positive as I faced the reality of a new life without my “best bud”. I am comforted to remember that a few years ago my first grandchild was born the same week that I lost a dearly beloved Aunt. I thought then, as I do now, that surely God is simply trading his angels.