While I was playing with my grandkids the other day, a dear friend died. (For the sake of her family’s privacy, she shall remain anonymous.)
She was a great neighbor, friend, and daughter/mother/grandmother. I always hoped I would get to see her again, when we could afford the trip. It was very sudden, and I’m somewhat in shock. Just a reminder to never take anyone or thing for granted, they could be gone in a flash.
This is just my humble tribute to someone who was very kind and thoughtful to me, almost like family. We met literally over a white picket fence while gardening in Maryland, my home for decades, so live flowers seem fitting. Whenever I finally see the ocean again, I will always think of her.