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waiting RoomWaiting rooms are funny places. They are confined areas with very little privacy, making it too easy to overhear conversations you would normally avoid.

It was in one of these waiting rooms that I overheard such a conversation.

WP_20140626_048Sue Glover is a wife and mom and a member of North Pointe’s Writers Group. The group’s purpose is to help support aspiring writers of all ages and stages in a monthly meeting. This true story is Sue’s first published piece. We’re proud of her.

Old Friends

Two elderly gentlemen (one stated that he had just turned 88) happened to meet after not seeing each another for a good number of years. It started out as the type of conversation I would ordinarily tune out as they began to catch up on old times and I continued to wage war against the evils of solitaire on my phone.

They discussed how one of them still curls two times a week (although he has to be careful of his knee) and the other still likes spicy food when he cooks (although he doesn’t eat as much fish as he should).

But then the conversation turned, and I could not help but listen as one of the men spoke.

His wife had passed away 12 years ago to the day (in 45 minutes, to be exact). He knew the precise details as he recounted the day’s events.


She had asked him to get some paper for her out of the closet. She had been picky as to which paper, and they had joked together about her being particular. She attributed it back to her days as a teacher. That was the last time they spoke. He remembered being in the hospital and the nurse telling him her kidneys were shutting down, and that it was the end.

Every specific detail of that day was firmly etched in his memory.

My mind wandered as the men continued to reminisce, moving the conversation back to knees and fish and who ate what over the recently passed holiday. I sat in my own bubble of contemplation as I thought about how fragile life is, and how you never really know when a conversation with a loved one will be your last.

And just as I was about to get overly sentimental about what I had, or hadn’t, said to my husband as I left home that morning, the conversation at hand drew me back in.

Courage, Optimism and Adventure

The gentleman had a new lady friend. They liked to go for walks together as they lived on the same street.

It made me realize that life carries on. Through the good and the bad, life continues.

We can spend our time stuck in the past and what was, or what could have been; or we can move on and continue to live.

We can mourn the past and let our losses consume us, or we can curl twice a week, eat minimal quantities of fish, and take walks with people that make us smile.

Back view of happy senior couple talking while taking a walk in the park

My Hope

I hope I choose the latter.

I hope I will look back on my life and remember it all, the good and the not so good, with the finest of details; but face each new day with courage, optimism and adventure.

The two men shook hands, wished each other well and parted ways. I realized that my solitaire game had long since faded.

I sat in the now quiet waiting room and was secretly thankful for conversations that cannot be avoided.

APPLICATION:  Please leave a comment for Sue below. The next Writers Group meeting is Monday February 29th at 4:30pm. You are welcome to attend. Email to secure your seat at the table.

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Happily married to Jocelyn for 44 years. We have two adult sons, Cory and his wife Lynsey and their son Vincent and daughter Jayda; Jean Marc and his wife Angie and their three daughters, Quinn, Lena and Annora. I love inspiring people through communicating, blogging, and coaching. I enjoy writing, running, and reading. I'm a fan of the Double E, Bruins, Celtics, Red Sox and Pats. Follow me on Twitter @bobjones49ers


  • Raquel del Valle says:

    I enjoyed reading Sue’s story and I wish I could write a story like her. I’m not quite confident with expressing myself due to my knowledge of the English language as it is my second language. I’m hoping though that one day the Lord will allow me to write a meaningful and encouraging story. I will try to attend one of your monthly meetings when my work schedule allows me. Thank you.

  • Aren Glover says:

    YAY MOM!!!

  • Nadine Lai says:

    What a beautiful piece; so beautifully written. It reminded me of how grateful I am for everything in my life. Thanks for putting a smile on my face, Sue. 🙂

  • bob jones says:

    Hi Raquel. We would look forward to you attending. And we would help you with expressing yourself and editing. We are there for each other.

  • bob jones says:

    I second that yay!!

  • bob jones says:

    Thank you Nadine for engaging in the conversation and your encouragement for Sue. Writers like encouragement. We write to be read and effective. Sue did a GREAT job!

  • Raquel del Valle says:

    If I could find ahead of time your future meetings, I can arrange my days off around your scheduled meetings. Thanks.

  • bob jones says:

    Feb. 29th at 4:30pm is the next one.

  • Patricia says:

    Well written story.I did not know there was a Writers Group. My biggest fear is public speaking. Is there a Public Speaking Group too?

  • Shirley Bidnick says:

    Sue, I appreciated your ability and the effort it took to create a precisely written word picture out of an obscure moment most of us would miss completely. Unlike you, we would play solitaire and let our minds wander around, lost, in our own self absorbed mostly selective and quite limited reprotriore of thoughts, until our name or number was called. Fortunately, you chose to pay attention to The Holy Spirit as He guided your ‘artist within’ to open up to the possibility that these two elderly men had material to offer you. The fact your subjects were inadvertently offering up their wisdom to a word master who would capture their simple conversation, share it with others and immortalize it in the process, increased the value of your work. As I read your carefully crafted words, I felt like I was in an art gallery, focused on a thought provoking piece, while I enjoyed it’s simple beauty. These two men are living lives that are worth living, at a time when many people question if octarians can do that, and if it is possible how is it done. Your work of word art, painted with carefully chosen words, offers one clear answer. Thank you. Keep up the God work.

  • Susan Glover says:

    Hi Patricia. North Pointe does not have a public speaking group, but I am a member of a Toastmasters club. If you are interested, or would like more information, feel free to email me at

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