Funeral today for a favorite client—a sweet little old lady who should have had a chance to get really old! I only knew her in a tiny professional way but it I was so happy to learn that she was exactly who I thought she was—the same person in all areas of her life. People described her exactly as I would have. I learned a couple things about her that I didn’t already know—that she was born in Liverpool and that like my own mother, she did not allow the milk carton/bottle on the table. You pour the milk into a pretty pitcher first and put that pitcher on the table!
I was thinking about the last time I saw her and the laughs we shared and how glad I was that I had that chance to see her. Her grandson talked about how he was expecting the last week to be so sad (which it was) but that it was also so joyful and how proud he was to learn how his grandmother had touched so many lives. Now I understand what it means to be “a woman of valor.” And I think I might be getting some understanding of what it means when they say “may her memory be a blessing.”
All that from a little 70+ year old woman who blushed when I told her how much I loved her very short, growing-back-in hair. I was lucky to cross paths with her in this life.
