Limes
Around this time last summer, we had a party at my friend Todd’s house, on the occasion of his family being away. Someone brought a case of Coronas, and Baxter bought a half dozen limes to go with them. (It was too many, but he said they were on sale.) We sat around in the basement drinking our limed beers and watching a movie, and when we were done we carefully removed all the evidence, picking up stray caps and carrying the bottles out to the recycling. When everyone went home the next morning, the basement was spotless, probably cleaner than when we had started.
I saw Todd’s mom a few days later, and she asked me if we’d had a good time the other night, while she was gone. I answered—as innocently as possible—that we had. She grinned at me conspiratorially, but said only, “You forgot some limes in the fridge.” She knew all of us as almost as well as our own mothers.
Todd’s mom died this afternoon, after a several-year struggle with breast cancer. It was to be her last day at home with her family before she was moved into a hospice. During the nine years that I knew Ms. Wynn, she never once lost her enthusiasm or sense of humor, even after her diagnosis. I’m grateful to have had her as a role model for so long. Rest in peace.
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A touching tribute.
Posted by Dad at August 20, 2005 9:27 AM :: LinkI love you and am proud of who you are.
You are lucky to have such a wonderful group of friends, and they are lucky to have you.