Blest Be the Ties That Bind

Blest Be the Ties That Bind

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Several things came to mind for this blog, but the following won out.

Soon I will be moving from this house, this neighborhood, and from this state. I am entering a new chapter of my life. I am returning to my ‘roots’ in northeastern Tennessee, where ancestors settled in early 1800.

But I want to talk about the neighborhood people I am leaving. There is a poem about the footprints people leave on your life. If you haven’t seen it, find it. Here is what I’d like to say about how these people have affected my life and the footprints they are leaving.

The people I have met in my River Bend Commons neighborhood will follow me in my heart to where I am going. I’ll share my remembrances.

There is the Indian family with two precious sons, one which runs down the road and crashes in my arms in a greeting. Dad, who is a physical therapist, helped my disabled daughter when she needed orthopedic encouragement. A Hindu family whose footprints I will not forget.

I could never forget my gifted friend a few doors away. God gave her art, music and a zillion other abilities to compliment her faithful walk with Him. She shares these gifts generously. We had many, many fun times connected with art in its various forms.

Other ties that bind me to this neighborhood group: A beautiful lady that, though 80+, is still vibrant and funny. She even admits to cheating at cards when younger! The dear neighbor who at one time owned a topless bar. Our gifted neighbor is helping the former bar owner write her life story.

Next door is a distant-relative connection that I was able to help when she had a life-threatening fall on the ice recently. It will take a year for her to recover from the intracranial bleed and the patience and acceptance she displays inspire me greatly.

There is my ‘son’ Prasad (Hindi) who, after he sold his house and between his medical locums, was my house guest for a month. He is the best doctor-cook I know! Loved his Indian recipes.

Of course, I can’t forget our Crazy Ladies Card Club, where we do more laughing than anything. Laughing because we can’t remember who played what when, who dealt, who bid. Two hours of good fun every two weeks.

I will miss these dear people, but I will not forget them. I have memories to cherish.

What are the ties that bind with and for you? What footprints are you leaving or gathering?


Jude Urbanski About Jude Urbanski

Jude Urbanski’s passions are ‘people and places.’ She writes women's fiction featuring strong inspirational romance elements. Her stories invite you to heroes and heroines who spin tragedy into triumph with help from God. First published in nonfiction, Jude continues to write in this field also. Editing services complete Jude’s repertoire.


  1. What sweet memories you take with you. Tomorrow at my church we say good-bye to a dear couple in their 80’s who sold their home because they could no longer take care of it. They will be moving away to be close to their daughter and we will miss them so much. They have been a foundation of our church for many years but we know that they will stay in our hearts forever. Thanks for sharing!

  2. I do take many sweet memories with me. That is the fun thing isn’t it? I know you will remember the couple with fond thoughts also. We are relational to our core!

  3. Today I said a final goodbye to an elderly gentleman whom I visited once a week for the last two years. What started as “the right thing to do” for a shut-in turned out to be a blessing that I would never have wanted to miss.

    In those two years, his imprint of gentleness, kindness, and contentment with the indignities of old age will remain on me forever. Not only that, I got to know his family and am now privileged to leave footprints with them as I offer comfort and share sweet memories.

  4. Oh, what a nice gift given and then received. The way of love. Exactly what footprinting is about. Thanks for sharing.

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