Visiting Irene

 My cousin Margaret and I went to see sweet Irene yesterday afternoon.  I wish she could attend church on FB.  I know she would love it.  She made us come inside but we stayed a great distance apart and Margaret and I wore our masks.  I took her another shawl.  This one is from scarps of yarn I discovered.  I was pleased that she was wearing one of the house dresses I ordered for her.  Jann had to take it up.  Irene is melting away.  She never was 5 feet tall and now she is only 4’3”.  I had hemmed her house dresses but I felt this one was still too long.

When it was time to go she said—“oh, you just got here, don’t go yet.”  It was a little chilly that morning and she makes good use of the shawls I have made.  Stanley, her son, was over that morn and saw she was cold.  He built her a little fire.  What a precious son he is.  When we drove up to her little home and left the car, I could smell the wonderful aroma of wood smoke and view a little Garden of Eden—her yard!  You might think I embellish her world, but look at this one flower and you will know I speak truth.

I thought about a sign I saw in Russellville— it said a mother’s love for her children is the closest example to God’s love for us.  Irene loves everyone and I love her.