Golden Grace

At the post office

filling out forms to return

Jimmy’s unopened meds.

Woman behind the counter

asks me what kind of dog I have.

I burst into tears.

She calls a coworker to tend her station.

“Meet me at the door around the corner. 

I go. She opens the door.

“Come here, hon. It’s hard. I know.

They’re like family.”

She hugs me.

Her name is Grace.





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7 comments on “Golden Grace

  1. Daedalus Lex says:

    Nicely sculpted.


  2. Sending hugs. I am so glad to know a kind soul was there to comfort you. 💜


  3. Dabney says:

    Thank you Joan for sharing so much of your life with us. Light and dark, easy and hard, joy and sorrow. This one is very hard, as all who have had beloved dogs know. Glad you also got to experience and include the presence of Grace! Love, Dabney

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  4. What a lovely story, Joan. Grace lives up to her name well. So glad you shared this one. It reminds me to respond when people need some “Grace” and a hug.

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  5. Oh no! I pray God will comfort you.

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