Dear Diary
by

Karen Crabb

I am very sorry for not writing to you but yesterday I met a very old woman. I was walking home and she was sitting on a bench. She looked so sad. I went over to her and asked her if she was OK. She looked up at me with her sad eyes and replied “No, please sit with me”.

I asked her what was wrong so she told me: “My husband has passed away; my son has grown up and he has a family of his own and we had a quarrel; and I am lonely. So, I come here so I won’t be all alone,” and a tear rolled down her cheek.

I asked her if she would like to have supper with me. She said she would love to so we went to a restaurant and had a wonderful meal. Later we went for a walk in the park and fed the ducks.

I asked her if she would give her son a call. He might only hang up but you won’t know until you try. She agreed and I handed her my cell phone. “Hello Bill, this is your Mom” and tears rolled down her cheeks. I went for a walk and let them talk. When I returned they had just finished.

“Oh, thank you, thank you” said the woman.

I walked her home and we talked. She put her arms around me and thanked me and thanked me. Now, I had tears rolling down my face because I was happy.

The old woman and her son are talking and he has come to visit.

The old woman and I are good friends and see each other often, so Dear Diary, if I don’t write in you, it’s because I’m not lonesome any more.