This was Hazel’s favorite chair.
My daughter bought it from Hazel at a yard sale.
Just months before she died.
Did she know?
Today, as my daughter applied a new coat of paint,
Hazel was on her mind.
And in her heart.
Hazel always said hello,
From her back porch, in the chair.
With her small black dog.
Maybe a small quip about the weather,
A brief, cheerful exchange.
These simple moments made a lasting impression.
“Working on it has made me so sentimental about the whole situation. I’m a young woman, decades younger than her with no familial ties or history beyond these greetings but I think about her all the time. It makes me happy to remember her.”
Isn’t that beautiful?
Just a smile and a greeting.
I see you.
A brief, human, face-to-face connection.
She didn’t like a Facebook post.
Or send an emoticon.
Hazel taught me a lesson.
She reminded me how we complicate what it takes to make a difference.
Or maybe we forget.
Breaking from our busyness and distraction, how simple it is to leave a small impression of happiness in a human heart.
And on the world.