And I’m glad.
If I have any wit at all, it came from Betty. And that sharp wit of a bright mind, for years, remained snared in a body beaten. There was a stroke. There was cancer. There was mostly though old age that kept at her until the body gave.
With a mind that remained—she needed to go.
And finally she did.
And, for her, I’m glad.
|Us—'round about 4.5 years ago.|