I miss you.
I know today, four years ago, you said good-bye to this world.
Leroy wanted so badly to be by your side as the cancer marched through your body but at the same time you were grasping at those final days of life…he was beginning to feel his cancer taking over too. I remember when we got the call. I sat on the side of the bed with my arms around him and we both cried.
These days when I think of you, I remember how much I looked forward to your visits. I knew you’d bring new recipes and with each one, a story. There was always a story that accompanied the recipe; who ate it, how it tasted or how you modified it because you thought of a better way to make it. You could cook, no doubt about it.
I also think about the big footprint you left in this world. You put your whole heart into the Lung Association work you did, helping so many who needed it. Your volunteer work at the sheriffs department in San Luis Obispo. You were so appreciated, they named a building after you when you died.
But more than anything, I think it was your outlook on life that has stayed with me all these years. You were one of the originals who made lemonade out of the lemons life handed you. Even with your cancer, you stayed optimistic. You never lost hope and you stayed independent as long as you could.
Where ever your spirit is today, I hope you know I’m thinking of you and I hope you’re in your favorite sports car, pedal to the floor, taking one of those long drives down the highway that you loved so much.
It’s OK…you can go as fast as you want now….No speed cameras to worry about!! No resting in peace for you June…Drive on!!