In the last weeks, I've met a woman. A really nice woman who is married to the son of one of my mom's best friends. A friend I miss constantly every time I am back in Alaska. Mom's friend never said anything to her daughter in law, Mom's never said anything, and while mom is still living, I'll not say anything to her. I may not after mom is gone. Yet, it poleaxes me. Blows me away, every time I wonder about it. Completely knocks me flat.
Just what is the astounding thing I've learned? It is a small town thing. A small town thing that it appears not everyone knows about. This super kind woman was originally married to one of my least favorite dads.
I'd never actually met this woman before and when I did, my jaw dropped. Oh, not in real life, but after the woman left from visiting mom, I kept thinking, 'Oh, my God. How could YOU have stood that creature?' Obviously, the woman didn't stand the man long. She took her young son and somehow left. Yet, wow. Her courage amazed me. I'd like to meet her son. Mom says he is a very compassionate teacher. He most certainly did not get that compassion from his paternal side!
Life certainly can toss some interesting gravel under the feet of unwary travelers. It isn't anything really important and it definitely would not change how I feel towards anyone. Yet, I wonder how this sweet lady managed his drinking and hitting. I wonder what her son felt as a small kid in that man's house. I know I was often terrified. I finally forgave that man, but I will never forget.
Some experiences are too bizarre to exist in reality. And yet, they do!