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.


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