I have been thinking today about my friend Marian.
She married the love of her life when she was 85. His name was Russell and he wore wranglers and looked like a skinny old cowboy, even though he was a retired educator. When Marian moved into his condo, she lost no time in redecorating, energetically moving furniture and hanging up her own pictures. Russell sat placidly on the couch, watching his life get rearranged. When I stopped helping for a minute, he pointed at a picture of Christ hanging on the wall, grinned and said, "I wonder if Jesus will make the cut."
Russell and Marian had a happy year and a half together until cancer took him. Marian and I were friends for more than ten years. She died almost two years ago and I still miss her. I gave her strict instructions to come back and visit me after she died, but so far her feisty soul hasn't shown up yet.
P.S. Jesus did make the cut
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