I wanted them to stay but move on they did, to other houses and churches and jobs and lives. And friends. Some used to joke about their wonderful 'new, improved friends.' But I never could quite join in the laughter at their lame attempts at humor.
I wanted them to stay but oh so many of them headed off to new ventures, never realizing how easy it appeared for them to do so and how abandoned and alone it left me, left us. This has been our life here in this place all these years, smack dab between NYC and Albany.
I should've bought stock in Kleenex way back in the late '70s. Lord knows I've used more than my fair share along the way.
Ah ... but there is One that sticks closer than a brother. He never leaves. I don't feel abandoned by Him. This One remains. He stays.
* packed bags by RhubarbPatch (Anita Peluso)