“An organ recital at church?”
“Oh no. Just at the house. Emma's heart, Shirley's kidneys....”
It was neat though, she would still get together with life-long friends every few months or so. Some from grade-school. She outlived them all.
As she was on hospice in her home we would talk for hours and her mind was still great - going over the photo albums and pointing out all the people and the details. I recalled a joke - “Yeah mom - when you finally get to heaven I bet all the gals will be surprised to see you again after all of these years. They probably figured you ended up in the other place!” She was a strong Christian - but she still got a good laugh out of it though.
That’s a wonderful account. Thank you!
Maybe the idealism of many of our forebears was a better way. Maybe goodness can be catching, when we pass it on.