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Bunco Babes
By coolgranny in The Paradox of Long Lives
October 9, 2009

The hen party started at 7ish and ended at 10ish. Clean-up is still waiting in the kitchen and will be there this afternoon after another lunch with a different group of gals. The Bunco Broads, as they proudly call themselves, met at my house and had a great time.

The recently widowed neighbor showed up, and talked freely of her lost love as she rattled the bones. The stroke survivor came in with her walker, and was openly arguing with her friend, who insisted on sitting with her until her daughter returned after the party. Her nickname for the evening was Roller Blades, and the bell waited on her to be seated every round.

I was the hostess with the mostest as 13 showed up instead of 12, and I refused to let anyone miss any of the fun. The ladies were truly raucous with the newest widow and the oldest widow exchanging barbs about sleepless nights past and to come. I realized that I was witnessing true comic relief, and I thought back to times in my life, when I laughed because I knew I might not stop crying.

I realized that this little group of ladies managed their lives as few can. While many wallow in sadness, and allow their tears to rule their lives, these ladies have gallantly gone forward and refused to allow life's hardships to consume them. The newest widow and I are the youngest of the group, and it was such fun listening to the older widows describing the next husband. The women who married the blonds wanted the dark and mysterious men, and the women who married the mysterious men wanted the blonds second time around. Conversations included the body work needed to lure the unsuspecting fellow of their imaginations. I need the same body work just because it is time. The reality is that none of us will actually fork over the fun money to radically alter our shapes and faces, but it is always nice to remember when we didn't need to think about it.

I am going to enjoy another group of ladies as we say a sad farewell to each other this day. We never say good-bye because good-byes are forever, and we know we will see each other again. Maybe not soon, but sometime. Life continues to surprise us this way.

I got an email from a fellow and his wife just yesterday. They found me on Facebook, and immediately wrote me on my wall. This couple was from my first marriage life. We reconnected after my divorce and they introduced me to a really nice man during my single years. After 26 years we connect again, and I am so looking forward to catching up. I guess I shouldn't be surprised as God continuously blesses me with the great memories of my past. My very first love of 40 years ago found me through this hometown newspaper, and we have been chat friends ever since. I thank God regularly for helping me remember the good instead of the bad in my life. I,too, will be a survivor and march gallantly forward no matter what life throws at me.

I am amused when I remember that God uses everyone as He sees fit. I am enjoying a tremendous mentoring while on this earth, and God has added the Bunco Babes to my list.