P is for Phyllis
A good friend of mine lost her mother not too long ago. She took care of her 24/7 and if you've ever taken care of an elderly person, you know how overwhelming it is.
My friend is still grieving. Some days are better than others. Everyone is different and grief has to be processed in our own way.
We were talking the other day when she told me she was going to give me a gold initial "P" that belonged to her mother, Phyllis. No one in her family is named with a "P" and she wanted me to have it. That my friend would want me to have something like that touched my very soul. I admit to being a complete sentimental fool!
My friend and I have stood together and sang at Mass every week for many years. I go to her house on a regular basis and get my hair done. She has survived the unimaginable and has turned her life around from the depths of hell to a steadfast walk in Christ. I have been blessed in my own walk to cross paths with her.
So I wear the P that once stood for Phyllis, not so much to represent a mother, but the daughter who lives her faith and has blessed my life by sharing that faith with me.