For almost 65 years I have felt your love and support. You were always there to kiss a boo-boo, remind me of chores, tell me to buck up, and comfort me in a crisis. When I turned 18 you told me, in the most loving way possible, “don’t let the door hit you on the way out, I raised you to be independent, now go be independent”. When I was almost 21 and about to get married, you told me on my wedding day that I did not have to go through with the ceremony if I had any doubt. You may have been prophetic because less than 7 years later that marriage was over. When I went back to college at 30 you and Dad were there to cheer me on and give me some financial support in the process. When I started dating Mr. Perfect at age 48, you baked him your famous Chocolate Grand Marnier cheesecake, even though I wanted a plain NY-style cheesecake, because you thought it could help keep him around. 😀
From you, I learned how to be humble. I learned how to be gracious and kind and tough as nails. I am honored to call you a friend. I feel lucky to have you share my home for the 10 years you spent winters with me. It was an opportunity to know you as an adult and a roommate.
I love spending time with you. The days of taking walks, shopping, dining out and sharing a bottle of wine are long gone but are forever in my heart and memory. Now we spend our time holding hands while you nap. It is precious time and I cherish every second of it.