'Hetty'

'Hetty'

I ring the doorbell and wait, and then through the frosted glass see the figure of a woman coming towards me.
She calls “Who is it?”
"Hetty, its Marlene". She unlocks the door, opens it and reaches her hand out, I take hold of it, and kiss her cheek gently “Come in, I’ll put the kettle on”.
I follow her to the kitchen, its spic and span.
“You get the cups and there is cake in the bread bin” she says as the tea bags are going into the pot. We sit at the table to enjoy a cuppa.
Hetty loves visitors, but very few call.
I ask “Do you ever feel lonely or frightened”
“No” she replies, “Never”
“God is here with me, I’m never alone, he is beside me at all times”
She continues, "when I wake in the morning, I say a prayer to thank him for another day and in the evening I count my blessings with him. His beauty is everywhere, from the song of the birds to the smell of the flowers”.
After my visit, on the way to the door, Hetty points vaguely to a shelf on the wall. “All my husbands bibles are there somewhere, but he’s been gone over 20 years now and I miss him”

Hetty is the 85-year-old widow of a Chapel Minister and blind.
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'Hetty'

'Hetty'

I ring the doorbell and wait, and then through the frosted glass see the figure of a woman coming towards me.
She calls “Who is it?”
"Hetty, its Marlene". She unlocks the door, opens it and reaches her hand out, I take hold of it, and kiss her cheek gently “Come in, I’ll put the kettle on”.
I follow her to the kitchen, its spic and span.
“You get the cups and there is cake in the bread bin” she says as the tea bags are going into the pot. We sit at the table to enjoy a cuppa.
Hetty loves visitors, but very few call.
I ask “Do you ever feel lonely or frightened”
“No” she replies, “Never”
“God is here with me, I’m never alone, he is beside me at all times”
She continues, "when I wake in the morning, I say a prayer to thank him for another day and in the evening I count my blessings with him. His beauty is everywhere, from the song of the birds to the smell of the flowers”.
After my visit, on the way to the door, Hetty points vaguely to a shelf on the wall. “All my husbands bibles are there somewhere, but he’s been gone over 20 years now and I miss him”

Hetty is the 85-year-old widow of a Chapel Minister and blind.
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