Irene eventually approached me, seeming a little hesitant and bashful. “I should apologize to you, Wendy. I shouldn’t have made any disparaging remarks.
I listened as she spoke about how much her grandson loved my decorations, particularly during difficult times for their family.
With optimism in her eyes, she pleaded, “Can you help me decorate my yard?” In order to make Irene’s yard appear fantastic,
Willie and I met up with my grandson Carl the next day. We hung eerie cobwebs and sculpted pumpkins.
Irene spoke about how lonely she felt and how worried she was about changes in her life while we were occupied. I reassured her that life is too short to worry about appearances.
