This weekend I took a last-minute trip across the state to my parents' house. Normally I'd come home with a camera full of photos from farmers markets & other small town delights I don't get to see often as a city girl... but the truth is I spent most of this visit at a funeral so there's not much along the way of fun stories to tell from my little road trip.
Ok so I know about half of you are about to redirect your mouse to your inbox & send me a barrage of questions and/or condolences *ahem, you know who you are if you thought about it... & I love you for it, make no mistake* I am just fine, don't worry. It was for a friend who was 95... at that point you celebrate an amazing life rather than mourn.
Barbara was & her husband Keith who passed about 5 years earlier were like an extra set of Grandparents to me. They were both the sweetest people, funny & full of life, WWII vets with lots of stories, & an example of what a great marriage looks like right up to the end. And Barbara never once missed a birthday, that card showed up with a $5 bill like clockwork up to & including my 27th this past March. I really wish I had a copy of their military photos from the 40's... she was a nurse, he was a pilot... you'd fall in love instantly if I showed you how beautiful they both were.
I'll be missing Barbara for sure, but I'm just happy she & Keith are together again. And I'm happy to have had them both in my life.