Joan Smith

In HELL i talk to all kinds of yahoos and simple jacks, but every once in a long while there is a Joan Smith. She called on Wednesday. She was 94 years old and lived alone in a trailer. Her husband died 20 years ago. She wrote books of poetry that she published herself at the local print shop; zippy copy. She published 4 books and she quilted. She talked about all her stuff cluttered in her small trailer, and how she had outlived everyone, even some of her own children. She was sad and lonely and longed for death but resolved that GOD had a plan for her. I told her that maybe he wanted her to write another book. She said something about her husband being a builder and how he was building their home in heaven. That's why he went up first, to get things ready for her. It was sweet how she wanted to believe despite how afraid she was. Who knows, maybe when she dies she will be dreaming of her husband welcoming her home and she will never wake up from that dream and it will all have come true. i really hope so. i hope she writes one more book. thank you Joan. :-)