Cotton Shirts and Good Folks
I often lament that my only child was taken too soon. I wanted to be that eclectic Granny that brought the sunshine when she visited. And as much as I lament about those things, and want to shut away the goodness my own world holds as I envision the goodness of a life that no longer exists – I have to say God has given me the goodness.
I don’t have my name written on children, I am not their grandmother, but I am Victoria, and there is goodness in that. This weekend of running crazily to the gigs of my husband and to gigs of others we’ve been wanting to see, I understand that even though I will never have grandkids, and my son is long gone – I’m still here and I know awesome people. People so amazing that I wonder why I am so blessed to know them. These people are like me in a way, taking their pains and loss and making something better of the whole life experience.
Last night, after 3 days of running crazily, and then settling into the water of the lake, I wanted to write a blog about the awesomeness of a good white cotton shirt – seems ridiculous today, but maybe I am missing something.
A good shirt fits, and sometimes, if we choose wisely - they last decades. Good material, exceptional sewing, and solid buttons will give you years of comfort knowing if nothing else, that shirt rocks. Yesterday, downtown I was wearing a 12-year-old cotton shirt and had so many compliments on it. I had rushed all day, waking too early than my body wanted, and seeing people I loved in a beautiful park, and then running down to catch a band at the festival full of people I admire and respect.
I think the cotton shirt, and those awesome people are one in the same. Firstly, they never let you down. Secondly, they are tough and survivors, be it a washer and dryer, or life yanking at them. And thirdly, they are the trustful go to’s when nothing else feels right; you know they are there and you know they will just be who they are, and you trust their fortitude, good lines, and strong thread.
Thanking all the good folks and solid cotton shirts and feeling blessed that my world suddenly seems so full when I was sure it could never be right again.
As always, keep seeking.