When I was a child in the 1980s, I walked approximately two miles to school every day. (Yes, that was considered “safe” back then, believe it or not!) Along the way, I had to pass by a motel. There were two building strips with a small courtyard in the middle, and I would cut through the courtyard every day. No one seemed to mind.
When I would pass through, I would see an elderly woman busily working away — sweeping, carrying bags of laundry, and whatnot. When I would return home, she would still be working. I would yell:
Me: “Wow, you’re still here?”
She would chuckle and say something witty in return. Some days when I wasn’t on my way to school but passing through, she’d see me and say:
Woman: “Yup! I’m still here!”
This went on for years and became our little inside joke. One day as a teen, I asked her:
Me: “Seriously, how long have you been here?”
Woman: “Last June marked forty-four years. This motel is my baby. The day it closes will be the day of my burial!”
Fast forward to my sophomore year in college, I dropped by my hometown over the holidays. Of course, I just had to go see if she meant what she said about her never giving up the motel. And wouldn’t you believe…
Me: “YOU’RE KIDDING ME!”
Woman: “Yup! I’m still here.” *Laughing hysterically* “Why don’t you stay a night? I’ll comp you!”
I stayed a night there for the heck of it even though I was staying with my dad.
Fast forward eight years. By then, I had acquired a wife and a daughter in Germany. We flew into the US on a vacation and dropped into my hometown. I couldn’t wait to show this lady my own little crew and introduce my family to this gracious lady whom I had pestered for years as a kid.
Sadly, as we approached the motel, I immediately saw that it had been emptied out… and the marquee letter sign next to the motel said:
Marquee: “Sorry, [My Name], you JUST missed her! [Owner], 1906-2008.”
And by all accounts, they were right about “just missed”. According to the obituary I pulled up, she had passed only a month and a half earlier. I still kick myself for not having visited sooner.
But I always remember with a smile the kind old lady at the motel who was always “still there”!