Patience

I came across this picture of the word patience written in sand on the beach. It made me think about Jason Westhill, a man that passed away last year. Just before he died I visited him in the hospital and he was telling me how he was proud of the fact that he had been patient with his wife, Luverne. He said right up to the end he thought she was going to change. Luverne was one to run around on her husband. She was talked about at the barbershop and women's sewing circles on a regular basis. She kept Jason in a hole financially with her beauty supplies. The UPS or FedEx truck stopped at their house almost every day with things she ordered off the shopping networks. The woman that owns The Ladies Shop told Dorothy she was stuck with a bill for over seven hundred dollars after Jason passed on. Now, Luvern has run off to New Orleans with an auto parts salesman and has left Harper forever. Hopefully. All she left was her recipe for Quiche Luverne that uses collard greens instead of spinach and nobody likes that anyway. So, in my opinion, Jason's patience was a little like the word written in the sand of the beach, just waiting for the tide to wash it away. Sometime you just gotta make a move.