Mamie called to check in with us. She bypassed hello and went straight to “I was hoping Mildred would show up someday”. The spirit-filled grandmother of the 5 angels in my care spoke a truth, that made my heart skip a beat. My mother, Mildred, abruptly departed our lives at the young age of 58 — long before these grandchildren were even a twinkling in their parent’s eyes. She would have jumped at the chance to spend a week with them, while their parents went out of town.
Mamie and Mildred never met, but Mamie knows they are kindred spirits. Mildred is part of her prayer life. They are connected. Regardless of your spiritual beliefs, it’s evident to all that Mamie has intuited more about Mildred than we’ve ever told her.
So, when she told me “I was hoping Mildred would show up”, I had to fight back the tears. She’s right. We’re telling old family stories, learning how to make recipes from Mildred’s cookbook, playing the games she loved, doing puzzles and still planning that sewing project.
Mildred has indeed shown up, just not in the way we would have planned it. What a blessing. We’re all thankful.