Decades have passed since we lived together at 809 Richmond in Columbia, the Alpha Delta Pi house. When we gather a couple of times a year, friendships take up exactly where we left them. The mountain biker, the K.U. housemother, the special education specialists who continue to give, fanatic Tiger sports fans . . .well, a few Jayhawk supporters. :) A computer connection to our friend at her home in Baja California.
We speak of rewarding careers which we loved. . .the way “one door closes and another opens.” Lives richly invested in communities, in friends, caring for family. Stories and reports of sisters not with us today.
Troubles. . .we’ve had some. Cancer survivors, seriously ill loved ones, a husband in hospice, one who faces surgery in the coming days. Learning to survive the grief and loneliness following the death of spouses, some of whom were lean young guys we all knew when they hung around the sorority house. The process of healing. . . “What I can do for others is to stay a few days with friends who need someone when they have a crises.”
Laughter and tears. Undaunted by what life has given to us. . .affirming the joys. We are Believers, brave in the truest sense of the word as we look toward the future.
Inspired by each other, intrepidly facing the future with faith, we part. . .until the next time.
