HELLO MY DEAR

Ron gave me a good luck token when we were dating.  It was a 1918 half dollar and he told me to keep it with me always.  I carried it religiously until a couple of years ago when it suddenly disappeared.  My first thought was that I had accidentally spent it as a quarter.  I tore the house apart looking for it as if I had lost a diamond. Ron thought I was acting crazy but it was precious to me.

This week my most admired 95 year old uncle died.  I said this about him on my Facebook. "A wonderful Uncle, mentor, supportive friend who shared his strength and love with all of us. Our mom's "favorite" (and only) brother:) God bless and keep his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren in the days ahead. One of the greater of The Greatest Generation."

Not only did I love him, Ron admired him a great deal also because they were both Navy men.  Uncle Jim had many close medical calls but always bounced back and kept moving forward.  Still Ron and I believed the day would come when we would attend my uncle's funeral.  

One of the things I dreaded most about going to the funeral tomorrow was going alone.  I was getting clothes ready and thinking about shoes, dress, purse, etc.  Suddenly I looked in the center of my closet floor and there it was.  The coin Ron had given me.  Ron will be going with me tomorrow to pay tribute to my Uncle Jim.