It was a long holiday weekend and the card came in the mail. A beautiful card, simply signed, “Virginia.”

She wrote a note that began: Dear Friends. Dear friends? How can she call us “dear friends” when we always seem to be so busy? We’re coming and going, our house is packed with 3 kids and their teenage friends. Our lives are sometimes utter chaos, as we barely wave to her when we pass her house. Aren’t dear friends ones who have regular access to our lives? Who are there with you in thick and thin? I was so touched by the sincerity of this card .

Then the phone call came

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