In all my memories of her, she is petite but feisty as hell. Strong and opinionated but kind and loving. We'd play Scrabble until 3am when I'd spend the night as a young teenager. We still play Scrabble and have a running competition going on 17 years now.
Every fiber of my being is drenched in memories of times spent with her. She is one of my best friends, my biggest cheerleader, and the inspiration for a budding business. I am thinking of her almost constantly these days - with worry and reflection and the sadness that comes with watching her grow older and more frail. I want her to know how it is not and was not the house or the car or the pool that filled me up with the essence of her - that had such a huge impact on the woman I am today - but that it was and is her love, spirit and wisdom that has steeped like a cup of tea that I will drink from for the rest of my life.
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what an amazing reflection on this woman that created all of my reference manuals on how to live my life. thanks for wrting about her...for all of us who know her.
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