"We were called the three musketeers." "We were for eachother thru thick and thin." Kitty told me. "Whenever we had some troubles we'd call Blanche. "I'm not just saying that because she just passed, I've said that before." Dodie is in Florida now and couldn't travel for the service but sent a fabulous flower arrangement from her & Kitty. Kitty was in the back of the church -- accessorized with the two things necessary for a friend of 50+ years funeral: dark glasses and a hanky.
In the card Dodie & Kitty sent was this little poem. Pretty much sums up how I feel right now.
You are not forgotten, loved one (mother)
Nor will you ever be,
As long as life and memory last
We will remember thee.
We miss you now, our hearts are sore
As time goes by, we'll miss you more.
Your loving smile, your gentle face,
No one can fill your vacant place.
This is the story of an ordinary woman's life in the slow lane. One of my heroes was Erma Bombeck and I always thought I'd write a book like her. I decided to write this blog instead. It is meant as much as a diary for myself as it is a soundboard to the world for every little thing that is in my head. When you read it make sure you hear my sarcastic Chicago accent. Hope I make you laugh, cry and everything in between.
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