Getting Cookies

Cookies are not really on my diet, but she brings them anyway.  “She” is a very sweet, lovely lady of a certain age who drops by regularly to chat and bring us cookies.

We got to know her when her husband died and a friend referred her to us.   She was a homemaker and her husband handled the finances.  When he died, he left a collection of stocks, bonds and mutual funds scattered among several investment firms.  She was not quite sure where everything was.  There was a funeral to arrange.  Then there were life insurance forms, social security forms, pension forms, and every day bills that needed to be paid.  There was so much paperwork involved in getting it all together that it was overwhelming to her.

That’s where we came in.  This was something we had done many times before.  In fact, we had written a book on preparing for this day: BEFORE I GO.  So we helped her make sense of it all.  And then we offered to help her manage it.

That’s when she started to bring us cookies and stopped to chat, even if there was nothing pressing we had to discuss.  They were nice, friendly visits that allowed us to keep up with her children and friends.  She would tell us about the trips she took and the people she met.  And despite the fact that we shouldn’t be eating them, we loved her cookies.

She stopped driving recently and we don’t see her coming in the door any more.  So today I’m going to the store, buy some cookies and stop at her house.  It’s her turn to get cookies.

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