TIME OUT WITH LOIS: Readers respond with poignant emails

The response from last week’s Time Out had our inbox overflowing. Evidently I am not the only one who calls my sons by their brother’s names.

Lois Olmstead

I bought a book, “How Not to Become a Little Old Lady,” by Mary McHugh after having a giggling fit in the book store. She says you are in danger “if you think standing by a microwave will fry your brain or if you ask your grown children if they need to go to the bathroom before they leave your house.”

The emails you sent let me know I am not the only one who keeps secrets from those same three boys (whose names I mix up) so they don’t think I am getting senile. Do people still use that word? I do not want them to think I am getting old … even though maybe I am. So take heart, Oldsters. We might just as well enjoy the journey no matter our age.

Cindy in Pennsylvania wrote what joy she gets working at a Home Life health agency during the week and doing private home care on Saturday. She said, “I really enjoy serving the Lord with my heart and hands in the home health field.”

I have told my boys to put me in a home when I get too ditzy. If they give me crayons and a coloring book, I will be fine … especially if Cindy works there!

Jody Allen wrote, “My mother, a pastor’s wife, died 22 years ago. Yet I still think I have to tell Mom about this or that when I arrive home.” She added wisely, “There will always be times when we want to hear their voice … but it is in our heart we hear them respond.” 

Nancy Ereaux from Malta, Montana wrote, “I know when I lost my mom that I prepared myself as best as I could for big events like Christmas to try to lessen the blow without her then. But it was those unexpected times that caught me off-guard and got to me even more. So I understand what you are saying about the inbetween times that unexpectedly throw you for a loop.”   

Another touching letter came from Debbie in Arizona: “I don’t know what you go through in your journey because I am not on that road but I do know your words motivate me to live in appreciation for my husband, whom I sometimes take for granted. We are so different and the older I get, the more I see this, and the less patience I have. I realize what a blessing marriage is. And that it is for a season in our lives and that we are to remember First Corinthians 13 each day.”

Thank you, Debbie. That can be this week’s Bible reading for us. So many poignant emails, wish we could print every one. Thank you all for encouraging me, that some of these things we go through are very normal.

Maybe you will be OK then when I let you know what I told my mother we could not tell anyone. However, when did we ever keep secrets in this column? So I am going to use her words and say, “I am going to just flat-out tell you.” Ready?

 Like many of you, we had to decide where we were going to be to see the eclipse. You know the one on Aug. 21? It was kind of a big deal. Finally I told her where I wanted to be. She agreed. I don’t go there often. So if you saw us, two ladies in lawn chairs (with eclipse glasses) by two graves near the corner bush in Mountain View Cemetery, that was us. We know He-Who and Dad are not there. They are in heaven. But it is where I wanted to be on Aug. 21. Just because.


Reach Lois Olmstead loiso@wispwest.net or visit www.timeoutwithlois.com.