For once, I’m glad it’s raining. The day is a mirror of my sadness as I consider the world without Georgia in it.
“I met her on my lonesome day.” It’s so true.
A week after yet another brain surgery operation, in the Fall of 2006, I met Georgia Allen. I was missing half of my hair & had covered my baldness & stitches with Erin’s wide knit American flag headband. Somehow, I felt stronger with it on. I was determined that the guitar-picking nails of my right hand would not be lost like my hair, like so many dreams I once had, in a blink. I knew that I didn’t have the fine motor ability at that point to save them, so I braved potential embarrassment & went to the salon. I didn’t talk to anyone or look at anyone. It was a perfect misery. Suddenly, there was Georgia—and she was talking to me! Her energy and (eventually) her love of music came at me full force. Georgia, hailing from the great state of Alabama, showed me pictures of herself with the members of the band… ALABAMA! Amazing. I noticed her NASCAR coffee mug & commented on it. She turned to pictures of herself with famous race car drivers…
Georgia was a treasure. She turned my lonesome day & many days after that into something wonderful. My outlook that first day became hopeful again, almost in an instant. I was able to see “beyond the rainbow in my head.” Yes, I was once again starting all over, fighting my way back, but I knew I could do it.
I hope there is someone like Georgia in your world. For some people, as with my dear grandmother, Catherine, 82 years of a wonderful life seems not nearly long enough. But, this I know: “In a world that might not care, close your eyes. She’ll be right there.”
Peace~
