Hello? Grace?

A short story about a dear friend — Grace.

Hello, Grace?

Have you seen or heard my dear friend Grace lately?

I like to keep in touch with her on a daily basis. I sometimes miss a call or two.

Lately, it seems increasingly difficult to connect each and every day.

Given my passion for Grace, any missed time together inspires me to double my effort to not miss any more time with her.

You see, our lovely romance started a lifetime ago. I really had no choice but to fall head-over-heals in love with Grace the first time we met. What we shared in the first moment we touched each other’s lives, ripples forward to this day.

Like sipping from a steamy bowl of savory soup on a chilly night, or a tender kiss when least expected, Grace inspires warmth from the inside out. The joy and love flowing from our life-long love-affair seems to nourish everyone we meet.

For me, to miss Grace is to miss a bountiful, savory ten-course meal. Who wants to miss such a meal? Wasn’t it Rosalind Russell who said,

Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death.

Lately though, invitations to Graces’ banquet seems ignored more often that not. It always amazes me how…