“You didn’t come when I was sick. I wondered where you were.”   My stomach flopped and I had to catch my breath. 

My favorite gramma said this to me this week when I stopped by.

I listened to her explain how she had to have 4 bags of serum but that they never knew what was wrong (ugh) and inside I was aching.  For 2 reasons:

1) I missed out on the opportunity to show love and compassion and support, 

but, hey wait!,

2) I’m still not ‘one of them’. 

No one called. No one came for me, or sent for me. We're only 24 houses apart. About a football field. 

'Her god has been known to heal people.'  
'We know she prays to the Creator god a lot.'  
'She’s been a part of our family for years.'  
'We need someone else to take a shift just like she did when Viesna died last year.'  
Was any of this said? 

But no matter how many wedding road trips, late night laughs, market trips, or afternoons in the shade ... we’re miles apart sometimes.

Lesson to be applied: see or be seen at least every other day :)  

(NOTE: at times some folks really get tickled and say I AM one of them... my moto instead of a car, no AC, $1 Cambodian shoes, ability to make Khmer food, etc. Sweet moments.)