Before my family moved to where my parents now live, we had next door neighbors who moved from Germany. We lived in a cul-de-sac in a smallish neighborhood, so many of the kids play ran wild together and we knew a lot of the families who lived there. The O's were very friendly and many of us neighbors got to know them and their son. Mrs. O made THE best fudge and I'm sad I never got her recipe! Her mom came to visit once or twice and I remember taking her to mass with us and watching her silently cry during the mass. She gave me a small cross which I wore on my First Communion and still have today.
For my First Communion Mrs. O gave me a silver sugar spoon and pie server and told me she had received them for her First Communion. Well, eventually, much to everyone's disappointment they had to move back to Germany. They had given birth to another son while in the USA and we all hoped they would be able to move back someday when that son was older, but it wasn't meant to be. Our families kept in touch for a time via snail mail but over time lost contact, although we still talked about them from time to time.
Fast forward several years to the birth of social media- several of my siblings and I friended the O's older son, and then over time several of us got off of Facebook. Then this past late summer, through my sister still on FB, the O's son phoned my parents and had a good chat with my mom. Unfortunately she found out that his mom was dying of a chronic illness, and then we got the news in October that she passed away. I want to cry every time I think about the fact that maybe we'd never have known about her passing. In this day and age of being so instantly connected it's still easy to lose touch. I can honestly say I don't think I'd have the gumption to ask someone for a phone number and make a phone call to long ago friends.
Very soon we'll be celebrating Evie's First Communion and it means SO much to me that we'll be using the same silver that Mrs. O had once been gifted. I'll always remember her and her kindness.
God rest the soul of this good-hearted lady.