This week a man knocked at my door – he was holding a grocery bag, was wearing a large brimmed hat and had a wonderful beard.
“Hi,” he said as I wrestled to get the door shut behind me, saving him from a Linus attack.
“Hi, can I help you?”
He reached into the bag and pulled out a rock, it was in the shape of a heart.
He then shared with me about an older gentleman, a friend of his who lived at the coast, who would walk every day with his dog along the beach, finding heart-shaped rocks. He would then take them to his wife, who was ill and homebound. The rocks were for her – a token of love.
The man at the door then went on to say that his friend’s wife had gone to Heaven and, after hearing about Anna and Abigail, he wanted us to have all of the rocks he had collected for her.
He handed me the rock he had pulled out of the bag, indeed it was a heart and there were hundreds more.
We exchanged hugs and I told him to pass along how grateful I was to have such treasures.
He left and I stood inside the door holding a grocery bag full of love, tears streaming down my face.
These past few weeks have been hard. Last year at this time I had no idea what was going to happen on October 20th, this year I know exactly what happens on that day.
It’s moments like these though that make my heart happy. I am so grateful for these two gentleman, the messenger and the giver, for their kindness.
One day these rocks will be placed at Anna and Abby’s Yard. They will be in honor of a loving couple I’ve never met. I will be honored to place them there.
I’m looking forward to that day!