(I wrote this a couple weeks ago, and kept meaning to type it up. Even though I am getting it up in an untimely fashion, I still wanted to share it.)
In the middle of a dining room, in a retirement home, one of many, there is a small group of ladies. It is too loose a term to call them table mates or even just friends. These ladies are fiercely protective of each other and wouldn’t put it past one of them to smack you if you gave any of her friends a hard time. One of these ladies, the newcomer, I only had a the chance to meet a few times. I distinctly remember her quiet smile and kind observant attitude. She reminded me of a character in a book who is perfectly happy to observe those around her.
I learned a few days ago she had cancer. Then that she was on oxygen. Monday morning her suffering ended. Thank you Jan for the honor of knowing you, even if so briefly.