Amazing Story...

Today, during the first day of the cat show, an odd, unusual, and, I think, amazing story unfolded:

Almost 12 years ago, my mom died and we put her house on the market. This was the house I'd been born in, had lived in all my life except for the short period I was married. My daughter was raised there. I was torn to pieces when the family had to sell...but...

A lovely couple bought the house and moved in. It was their first house, he was blind and they were delighted that it was on the bus route so he could easily get to work each day. She loved cats and hoped that she could finally have one there in that house. She invited me to come back and visit, and it has just not been something I could handle. The years have slipped by.

Today, a woman came into the booth and my sister-in-law was helping her, but finally brought her over to me. She told me who she was - that she had bought my mother's house. And she ordered a bag from me (yes, it was odd writing down that well known address on the sales slip!).

That might not all seem so odd, until you hear a few more of the details.

She knew me on sight. She's a knitter who loves to knit socks. She loves cats. Her mother has the same physical illness my mother had (and that's an unusual thing, being an autoimmune disease that isn't all that common). Her husband has died, but she still lives in the house and loves it.

She's begun taking piano lessons. My mother was a piano teacher.

Ok. Maybe I'm making connections here that I shouldn't, maybe I'm too tired to see that all these things don't make a hill of beans. Maybe it's just a small town, after all...

Or. Maybe. Not?