Call me naive, but today I was watching the news; a woman who I had never given two thoughts about, other than to think she was a nice looking person, especially her hair. But today, when she turned in a certain direction, I was able to see that her hair wasn’t hers! She was wearing blond weaves. Now, it’s not to say that anything is wrong with weaves; I know that lots of women wear them these days, and probably men too, but it was just surprising to me, because I had always thought she (and her hair) were so pretty. But you know what? In this day and age, it has come to a point where a person really can’t know for sure what’s real anymore. A whole face can be made of plastic, and lots of other things too. They can even make a 100 pounds of fat disappear overnight. The unfortunate truth is that we are clueless about who people are privately. It has become so commonplace to hide, lie, and fake who you are, that people are forgetting who they were. I don’t know. You can call me naive, but I liked it better when I could just trust my eyes. dwp
This is a true, and very beautiful story about my friends dog who recently died:
Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could, so she dictated these words:
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday & is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.
Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. btw: I am easy to find. I am wherever there is love.
“Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind.”