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. |
2 comments:
You have her cheekbones.
She was beautiful...And will always be.
Positive thoughts from across the continent.
25, thank you! I feel the good vibes for sure!
(And thanks for the nice cheekbone comment. She was--is--a truly fantastic gal.)
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