Carolyn wrote that she was unfriending me on Facebook.
Her initial friend request had been a mistake. She only realized this when I continued to post after her actual friend, also named Mary Sloat, died unexpectedly. I thanked her for letting me know and that I was sorry for her loss.
A thought nagged at me—if Carolyn had friended the wrong Mary Sloat was it possible that the wrong Mary Sloat had died? What if some higher authority had done the unthinkable (well, I was thinking about it, but you know what I mean) and selected the wrong person? Same name, close in age, could it happen?
Was someone at this very minute working to correct a cosmic wrong?
I found myself looking over my shoulder more than usual, driving more carefully and treading softly on the earth. But also, I’ve been noticing things—flowers, sunshine, light switches. I’m seeing wonders everywhere and now that I see them, I can’t seem to unsee them.
As a result, I’m harboring this feeling, wish, hope that if I’m grateful, really thankful for each day, perhaps all be allowed to stick around for another, oh, thirty years or so.
It’s become a bit of an obsession—feeling thankful. Mostly I keep it to myself, but apparently I’m now sharing it with all of you. (The three people who actually read my blog. Thank you, by the way.)
So I’m posting this today to let you know that I’m still here. I’ve deferred the cosmic draft for one more day. And isn’t it a beauty!