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February 18, 2008

The Strangest Things Happened to Me This Weekend

Filed under: Uncategorized — Little Miss @ 8:47 pm

Maybe not so strange to some, but for me it was exhilarating, rejuvenating, and faith-building.

I was sitting with my mother this weekend in a room full of women. None of them I knew or had ever met before. I sat there a bit bored until this one young woman, about my age, came up to me, stood there with a giant smile across her face, and called out my name.

I looked at her, it took a brief second, and then I realized who she was. This was a dear, dear friend who I’d first met almost 17 years ago, who was a very important part of my life for a long time, who attended the wedding of my second husband and me, and who I made a piece of calligraphy artwork for her wedding, which she and her husband still have in their kitchen. I had lost track of her back around 1999 when I got divorced. I’d bumped into her husband a few years later, talked to her on the phone, but somehow we never got back together, and I lost her phone number.

I jumped up and gave her a gigantic hug, exclaimed how great it was to see her, and asked where she was staying. Clearly she was in town for the same reasons we were. She said she was at the same hotel that we were. She said she was on a particular floor and room, which happened to be the same floor as the room Mom and I had. Later that afternoon, we realized that her room was right next door to ours.

Is this coincidence? I don’t think so. Later that night, at dinner, she was seated two tables away from me. I am determined not to lose touch with her again.

Later that night, some women were gathered around my mother as I approached. This is never an unusual sight. My mother knows a lot of people and she’s a charismatic woman who always draws a crowd. Imagine a nearly 88 year old woman wearing rhinestone sandals on her perfectly pedicured feet adorned with hot pink nail polish on her toes. I so admire her.

Anyway, as I approached, one of the women stood up and my mother introduced us. My mother forgot that we already knew each other. We both shrieked our excitement at seeing each other. Again, this was another woman I had lost touch with. She and I had done a lot of work together many, many years ago to start what is now a highly popular women’s spiritual retreat. She and I compared note and I asked where she was living now. When she told me, I exclaimed that she was only about five miles away from me.

More serendipity.

She took me over to see her two sisters and her best friend, all of whom I had a deep bond with and had, again, lost touch with them. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. Here I was, tired, aching from the beginnings of a fibro flare, thinking that the only reason I was there was to escort my mother, and it turned out that perhaps there was a different reason for me being there. I was there, perhaps, to reconnect with these women and to bring them back into my life somehow, or to rejoin theirs.

Time will tell.



  1. Wow. What a weekend! You were definitely meant to be there. How wonderful that you got to reconnect and rebuild these friendships. No way was this a coincidence. I’m so glad you went!

    Your mother is just adorable.

    Comment by moonbeammcqueen — February 19, 2008 @ 3:12 am | Reply

  2. a little creepy….but definitely a cool story. yes, it is very weird how certain things come into our life just when we need them. so glad you had a fun weekend.

    Comment by mermaids — February 19, 2008 @ 5:53 am | Reply

  3. I agree with MB, this was no coincidence. I also ditto her comment on your adorable mom.

    Comment by Wendy — February 19, 2008 @ 10:20 pm | Reply

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