My apologies for not keeping up with my blog for the past 2 months. I had Covid for 2 weeks then a bronchial virus for 2 weeks. Then I had to recoup for almost 2 weeks, now I’m ready to begin again.
This past Tuesday my husband and I received news from our good friend that his wife passed peacefully in her sleep unexpectedly. We have been great friends with this couple for over 15 years. You know the ones, we had many adventures with them. Travelling, motorcycle rides, dinners, drinks, heart to hearts and so on. A lot of history, a lot of laughs and a lot of tears.
She was on the surface my polar opposite. Younger than me by 8-10 years, a buxom blonde who seemed to have no fear. She pulled no punches, liked to have a great time. Underneath her veneer was a very soft, caring beautiful woman. Compassionate and thoughtful. Her family was very important to her. Her top priority. She would always strive to be a better version of herself, to be the best she could be for her husband, children and grandchildren. I gravitated to her. I always told her “I’m living my life through you” when she would take on a daring feat. It was our little joke.
That woman stepped up and adopted her grandchildren after both her daughter and the father of the kids had died. Always taking them on trips and providing experiences those children may never have had. She wanted the best for them and made the decision to fill up her empty nest back up with these 2 children that needed love.
She was a hell of a cook. A gourmet actually. I remember one of the many dinners she cooked for us, we had Baked Alaska for dessert. It was divine. I knew right then that she put her heart into all that she cooked/baked. She cared and wanted us to have a great time.
The way I have described her is that of a saint. Nope, she was not a saint. In fact, she and I loggerhead many times about different things. Both of us wanting our own way on something of no real importance. When the chips were down and my husband and I had to start our lives over again, they stuck with us. Giving us the shoulder to cry on, and an ear to talk to.
We had an unspoken closeness. I had her back and she had mine. She made me laugh. I could be myself. When I got sober 4 years ago, there was no judgement. No pressure no questions. Just acceptance.
She told me once that she wished I could be her big sister. She looked up to me. I was taken aback. This strong woman looked up to me. What an honour.
My love and prayers go out to all those she touched.
Thanks for the memories Tammy. Till we meet again!
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MCM
Mid-Century Mama 