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A short story of back to a normal America thanks to a two year old who can instinctively relate to the very real world around us. I pray she stays this way shrouded by those, blest of heart. This correlation of a gentleman and a little girl who for some reason have touched each other, out of the blue from out of this world.
After returning home from a burial service on Long Island, two funeral cards found their niche amongst the ordinary items that found their way on my tousled table top. Both cards rested there a few days unnoticed as coffee cups, peanut shells and magazines found there way around them.
Then it happened! Leanna came to visit her papa which is very usual as she scans quickly for the unusual while asking, where’s Nanny?
She settles quickly and busies herself around our place entertaining us with questions, dancing, coloring and the exciting energy that radiates from her little body.
Papa who’s this? In her hands she is holding the funeral cards. I sat down a moment and explained the first card, the one I felt most important. A beautiful painting/photo of Jesus. Oh yes this is Jesus, obviously familiar to her (great job mom and dad) but it was the second card who had her captivating interest. I kept it simple and said, he is papas friend Walter. She held her gaze on Walters gentle face for more than a few seconds while repeating his name. I found it comforting to know maybe it was just Walters way of thanking me for taking the ride and supporting his son on his burial day. Then placed the cards back down where they were.
Two days passed and Leanna once again arrived as I am pouring coffee in the kitchen area. Her presence always brings something brand new of value. A word, a phrase an outfit all flowing with the excitement of a new day only a happy two year old can bring.
After a few minutes she approaches me and instantly getting my attention, with her soft soothing voice, papa? And I, always responding, yes cookie manookie, she tells me. I’ve got Walter! In her tiny hand once again was his funeral card. You remember Walter, Leanna? Yes papa I do! She then gave Walter a bite of her 🍎!
This unfolding leaves me pondering, believing in the goodness and spirit of heart. I wonder if Walter will look after Leanna in all the days which follow. Out of the blue from out of this world, sharing his gentleness and kindness with her... “Whatever Will Be... Will be.... “
Walter J. MacDonald