CROWNED WITH LAUREL

I have met a lot of people over the years on the street corner, while walking, in places patronized, in the work place, and in a religious atmosphere. Many are friendly. Many are caring. Many you soon learn are total jerks. Have socialized with several of these people both men and women alike (the jerks too). Some have become friends and hold a special place in my heart even though we don’t spend a lot of time together. One such individual stands out for me, but first…

Over 30 years ago, as a young adult, one of Dad’s nieces developed an autoimmune disorder that rendered her disabled. For years I struggled with the fear of contracting this disease because of the hereditary factor. However, Beth has been in remission for over 15 years, entered the seminary, and is an active pastor in the Methodist church.

Now to this special lady and she is a lady in every sense of the word. Recently, she was diagnosed with the same autoimmune disorder as my cousin. At least knowing the medical term and what is ahead somewhat lessens the anxiety but a devastating blow nonetheless. A strong family that will rally around her is vital and fortunately she has that and then some. I get caught off guard and choke up upon catching momentary glimpses of their mist-filled eyes, because I understand what they are experiencing. It’s rough. Life is changed and challenges are presented. Carl had a chronic illness so I know how the spouse feels. For 16 years I observed Jonathan coping with his diabetic father. Watching a parent struggle with any illness is hard at any age, but possibly more difficult to comprehend when the child is younger. But she has a supportive husband and children; another reason I wish Jonathan had been brought up at Long Beach--to be under this family’s influence.

Have been fortunate to have never had any major health problems, so I can’t relate to what she is feeling, but she is strong and she will persevere and thoughts and prayers are constant. She is a wonderful woman (and her hubby ain’t half bad either). A lady who shows compassion to others and one whom I’ve been privileged to be on the other side of one-on-one conversations. The only person, besides Mom, who called on my birthday and expressed disappointment in having to leave a voice message. (My son doesn’t even do that; doubt he even knows the date.) A lady while in the middle of a new-found medical crisis took the time to respond to e-mails concerning my dad. A lady who shared the name with my childhood friend. She has a great name. One of my favorite names. A name that means crowned with laurel, symbolic of honor and victory.

Her name is Laura.