Celebrating Mary

True story:  I’m sitting in Quest Diagnostics, waiting for the paperwork to arrive from my doctor’s office so I can get an annual health check blood draw.  The receptionist–a cute young man with expressive brown eyes–calls “Ms. Carwile?” and I go to the counter…look over the documents and start laughing.  He looks at me quizzically, and I say: “Well, the Carwile is right, but this is an authorization for my ex-husband’s current wife.”  Yep.  Turns out she and I have been seeing the same doctor for decades.  And there are a bazillion doctors in Denver. Anyway, the office is contacted, documents are replaced, my blood tests are completed and I leave.  Knowing that Mary Jones Carwile will crack up when she gets the details.

This is a woman who–like me–has learned how to laugh to keep from weeping, panicking or physically hurting someone.  She’s a flight attendant with Frontier Airlines.  She’s a former ski bunny who ran a ski-equipment shop in Winter Park.  She’s  one of the Pink Tribe, having survived breast cancer and become an advocate for others facing that life-defining journey.  And she’s a published writer, contributing to some of the Chicken Soup books and authoring an award-winning book of her own, Heartstrings at 35,000 Feet.

Life is a hoot.

At one time in my life, I wanted nothing more in the world than to be in a forever relationship with Kate’s dad.  We tried.  We really did.  But it wasn’t meant to be.  Fortunately, in his post-Carla incarnation, he found Mary, and our crazy-quilt family is richer for it.  She treats Kate and her little family like they were hers, because they are.

So, on this day–May 2, 2011–I hope you ‘ll join me in sending out some special birthday greetings to Mary.

The world is a better place because she’s here.

And my world is, as well.



2 Responses to “Celebrating Mary”

  1. You never cease to restore my faith in humanity. You have a lot more of it than the vast majority of the human race and I am so proud to call you my friend. I hope Mary appreciates you the way you appreciate her!

    • Rebecca…you are dear. I am proud to call you mine. As to the “appreciation” factor, it definitely flows both ways. I have to think the Universe really wanted us to meet…outside the gynecologist’s office, that is. 😉

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