The Invisible String

When I a young girl, I wanted to be a librarian or a walking mailman.  I loved the  Book Mobile.  I loved the lady in the Book Mobile.

In middle school, we had a library.  A real library.  I got to be a library aide.  I was hooked.  

In college, I actually went to the library.  It was beautiful.  I took library science first semester of freshman year in college.   Thank goodness.  It saved my GPA.

And then I found out how much librarians actually earned.

The other day I attended a Celebration of Life for my friend's mom.  A librarian.

First, let's skip this "celebration of life" thing...let's just put the fun back in" fun"eral.  When I hear "Celebration of Life" it is code for "going to bawl my eyes out."

The lady of the day was a librarian.  I immediately noticed in the program that there was going to be a "special reading" by my friend.  I was intrigued.

Months ago, I was watching morning television, and the hostess said that she was shopping at Barnes and Noble and saw a book, The Invisible String.  She said that she bought the  book and she will only ever buy this book for baby gifts.  I googled the  book.  Loved it.

So my friend stands up and greets the guests.  She explains that whenever your mom is a librarian, you get books for Christmas.  With a handwritten note inside.  This past Christmas was not any different.
She announced the title of  the book that she received this past Christmas, The Invisible String.  As soon as she said that, I gasped.

And with all the poise of a Miss Universe, She began to read The Invisible String.

The Invisible String is about a mother's love.  Wherever you are, regardless of where your mom is, you will be loved.  Your mom's love is wherever you are...wherever you go. The Invisible String is ALWAYS with you from your mom.  Her love is everywhere.

As I sat there with my tears streaming down my face, I was smacked in the heart with the reality of how grand this gift was for so many years and for so many reasons.

Imagine a mother, not sure of her well being or her mortality purchasing this book for her children.  What a farewell gift.  Amazing.  And I really think that this lady knew it was going to be the last book she ever presented them at Christmas.  All the secret ingredients added up.

The "Celebration of Life" stayed in my heart all weekend.  

I can just imagine how many times my friend lightly touched that book and the personal note inside.  And smiled and cried when she touched the cover of the book.

I feel my mamaw at least once a day, usually in the kitchen.  My great grandma, in my garden.  My grandpa at the Tastee Freeze and my mom everywhere.  

My girlfriend collects coins that her son sends her from heaven, placed on the ground for her by his invisible string.

Lately, as I ponder my life, I have been astounded by the people who been placed in my life and those that have been pulled out.  All by the invisible string.  I am also amazed how you meet someone and years later you realize why they there placed in your life, almost like they were put there by the invisible string.  

Right now, I know a woman fighting for her life.  She is in a coma.  When her sisters come into the room and  speak to her, her heart rate goes up.  She knows her sisters are there.  The Invisible String.  

Every where we go, for the rest of our lives we are connected by Invisible Strings to those we love.  

Go Celebrate your life and those that are wrapped in your invisible string.