In my life, I have been blessed with certain people popping in just at the right moment for just the right lesson. As I was writing my manuscript last year, I saw this more clearly.
The first friend I made after breaking out of the nursing home was one of those people. She was the first friend I made from a wheelchair who didn’t know me from before the onset of my illness.
I had just gotten my dogs back with me under the same roof after nine long months of homeless program and nursing home living. I was not the same person after all of those experiences and I found developing a friendship challenging because I didn’t know who I was anymore.
She didn’t seem to care that I couldn’t answer any of the many questions she continued to ask about me. The fact that she asked at all is what really made me realize that I had no idea the answers to simple questions about interests, hobbies, etc. anymore. I decided to figure out the new answers and to begin to get to know this new Tawny while I was getting to know this new person.
She will tell you that I wasn’t very easy to get to know back then, although she didn’t know I didn’t know me that well either yet.
That was 8 ½ years ago and it seems that the universe sent me the big sister I had always wanted in this new friend. We joked with her mom (a.k.a. Momma Ruthie) that I was the “accident” in the family. On my birthdays, I would ask Momma Ruthie what my birth was like and her mom would just laugh and laugh.
Over the years, I have learned a lot about myself through my friendship with my big sister. We have shared a lot and are really quite similar to really not be related genetically. Last year, she lost Momma Ruthie on the same date between Christmas and New Year’s that I lost my mother many years before.
This year on the death anniversaries of our mothers, we will do something special together to remember our mothers.