It has been over two years since I last wrote about my visits with Ms. Addy. I have a hard time believing time has gone by so quickly. I figured I should give you guys an update on our friend.
If you don’t know who Ms. Addy is, you absolutely must go back through my Lessons From Butterberry Farm series to learn about the woman who got me started on this path. This is the woman who took the time to mentor a naive city girl, to teach me the almost forgotten ways of simple living. She is the one who inspired my journey.
I’m ashamed to say it has been several months since I last visited my friend. Her condition has continued to decline to the point that it is now very hard to go and visit her. The last time I went, I felt like bringing my four young children was overwhelming for her, and I’ve delayed another visit, waiting for a time when I could go without my kids. I’ve kept in touch with her children over the phone, though, to let them know I’m always thinking of them.
Earlier this week, I had to make a drive out Addy’s way to pick up some soap making supplies from another friend. I knew I couldn’t be so close without stopping in for a short visit, so I called ahead of time to make sure it would be okay for us to drop by.
As we pulled up her driveway, Addy’s children ran to greet us in front of the house, just like old times. Except now they’ve all grown so big, even the youngest towers over me. Which they love to tease me about. I was glad that Addy’s husband was there as well. He has such a warm presence about him, such a friendly smile behind that long, salt and pepper beard. It has been quite a while since I’ve enjoyed conversation with him.
The kids played outside while I went inside with baby Elias to say hello to my friend. Her oldest daughter told me that this was the first time she’d been out of bed in weeks. She’d actually been in the hospital for about that long. She was sitting in a wheelchair in the living room as I entered.
You guys, Ms. Addy is not doing well at all. MS is a nasty disease. She has lost a ton of weight, and now depends on a feeding tube to sustain her. I’m not sure she knew who I was, though when her daughter asked her if she remembered me, she did say, “Yes”. She was able to answer a few simple questions, but that was about it.
It’s so hard to see somebody you really care about deteriorating so. I can’t imagine how hard this has been on her husband and children especially. It’s heartbreaking to watch. There are times when she comes to my mind and my prayers, and I wish so badly that I could bring some miraculous cure to her, that I could find something the doctors have missed and offer some simple solution to bring her mind and body back once again.
As I sat across from her on the couch with her husband and daughters, I shared how grateful I was for meeting them at a good time in Ms. Addy’s life. At a time when her mind was still sharp, and she could pour her knowledge into my eager mind and teach me what it had taken her years to learn on her own. I will never be able to express the impact she has made on me personally, and on my family.
If you can remember, please pray for her and her family. They keep their spirits up, but I know this is an incredible burden to bear as they struggle with keeping their homestead afloat amidst all this. If you feel led to help, I’d like to bring them some home-cooked meals; if you want to pitch in shoot me an email letting me know.
I wish I had better news to share about our friend Ms. Addy. I know she has touched many of your lives as well.