I met Alice at the diner. For a while I would eat dinner there at least once a week just so I didn’t have to cook. The more we chatted, the more we realized we had in common. We both had our only child – sons – when we were in our mid thirties and we both raised them as single moms.
Alice was several years younger than me – my son is off to college now. But I was surprised at how close we were in age, because she seemed so much younger. She seemed more energetic. I always wished I had half of her energy. I guess it’s true what they say about being young at heart keeping you young.
We quickly became friends outside of the diner. She introduced me to spin class. I’m not sure I’m thankful for that – ugh – but I am thankful that I had someone to exercise with, to talk with, and to laugh with.
Emily Dickinson said, “We turn not older with years, but newer every day.” That’s how I saw Alice – newer every day.
(This is part 25 of 26 of the story What Happened to Alice. To see the full listing click here.)