Just for a Season
Sometimes people are in our life just for a season, but they can leave their love with us in unforgettable ways. Three people did this for me during the month of January 1983. Snow had fallen at least a half-foot deep, and the neighborhood of beautiful older homes had narrow walkways that been shoveled up to their front doors. In the middle of the block was the home we were visiting. We’d just driven 100 miles from our farm. My husband parked the car along the curb, grabbed our suitcase, and I let him go up the steps first—I was nervous meeting this couple for the first time—and spending the weekend. The door opened after a single knock and a friendly woman answered and ushered us in. “Oh, Tom, it’s so good to see you after all this time! And this must be Karen.” Her smile was as authentic as her genuine welcome. Virginia, and her husband, Bill sat across from us in their living room that looked out along the tree-lined street in Spokane. The chitchat pleasan...