Friday, June 18, 2021
I had the privilege of preparing supper for Betty five evenings a week for the last months of her life. We got to be great friends and I was so enriched by the experience.
I work at a grocery store, and every evening, I would regale Betty with "Grocery Store Stories". We laughed so hard. The next day she would avidly await the next chapter.
We had so many good talks - sharing stories and hopes and dreams.
Betty had great courage. She was funny, kind, gentle, smart, tough and vulnerable. She was so complimentary of the meals I prepared for her - and for me as a person, I always left her home feeling uplifted. What a gift that was.
I miss her to the moon and back.
So long, Pal. Don't take any wooden nickels.
Love,
Sheila
