Sweet Sounds From Heaven

We went to the beach to spend some time together in an attempt to let God’s ocean waves wash away our sorrows. Miss Jeanette went to Heaven suddenly, without warning in September. It was a shock to all of us as she was only 74. We did not know if the trip would help, but we owed it to ourselves to find out. Donna Raye missed her mother, Susan missed her good friend, and I missed my mother-in-law. We were arm-linked in an endeavor to find healing.

There were some things we needed from the grocery store before returning to the condo. A Dollar Store was in the same shopping center and drew us like a moth to a flame. Found some Groucho Marx Glasses complete with the huge nose, fuzzy eyebrows and teeny weeny mustache. Had to have ‘em! Why not just put ‘em on! No one will know her here. She’s from out of town. The fact that the nose nearly fit was more than disconcerting. Once inside Publix, her red-faced friends distanced themselves from this buffoon, in an attempt to save grace. There were plenty of people to entertain, not a problem.

Before long this anonymous clown needed to find a restroom. Enquired from a cashier, thinking it’d be in the back of the store, or at one end or the other. The cashier pointed to a door directly in front, right across from the registers. O.K.?!?, the door was labeled restroom, but locked. Patiently waiting directly outside the door for what seemed like an eternity, legs crossed, still entertaining anyone who noticed her disguise.

After about three extremely long minutes, suddenly the door swung open and a gentleman emerged. He was in such a hurry, he blasted past the masked female and fled without even a glance in her direction. She was so shocked, her head turned nearly 360 degrees around following the male figure as he headed for the exit.

She said, “is this a women’s restroom?” Evidently, Mr. Speed Demon had excellent ears, as he turned on his heels and charged back in her direction. Once face to face, no doubt seeing her incognito for the first time, he said, gawking at her in disbelief, “No, Uh… Ma’am?!?, if that were a women’s restroom, I would not have been in it.”

It was obvious he was concerned that his gender was considered controversial. When he got a good gander at the masked individual, you could just tell, he’s thinking, you’re questioning my gender, please, give me a break! You could really read his mind. This camouflaged girl got so tickled, she could almost hear over the intercom, “management needs clean up on the main entrance isle.”

I’m thankful God looks on our heart and not on our nose. Everyone manages grief differently. O.K., I admit it, I’m weird.

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