Friday, February 28, 2025
I started cleaning house for Elizabeth many years ago. She liked things done in a particular way, as it made her feel like she still contributed to the task at hand. Over the years we found common ground and even discovered we were related on her mother's side. We could always find some little thing to giggle about. She would sit back to at the window, and I would always see the red cardinals fly by when it was that time of year. She would get excited and turn toward the window in hopes of seeing them, and some days she got lucky and did see the pretty red birds. She would watch with excitement on her face. As the years pasted, she always appreciated the little things, like that strawberry shortcake or the shinny red apple or the fresh picked tomato. I am thankful our paths crossed. I will miss you. May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
