I first met my “sis” when I was two years old. My family moved into our new house in Alhambra, California two doors away from Kathleen’s family. There were lots of kids in the neighborhood, so we always had playmates. Over the years, Kathleen and I remained good friends.
On
June 18, 2020, I received a message from Kathleen’s husband: “After a month-long illness, Kathleen entered eternity
early this morning at Huntington Hospital. 75 years 9 months.”
She had been hospitalized after many months of physical
difficulties. I got to speak with her a few days before this message. She was
upbeat and talked a lot about going home and all the things she intended to do
when she got there. She went home, but not to her earthly home.
We shared many interests, but one of them was our love of
angels. We both had LOTS of them. Nearly every room in my home has angels in it
somewhere. Many rooms have multiples. This is the secretary in the entrance.
There are also more in the entry and the living room. One of my guest rooms is
full of them.
We promised Kathleen we would spread a few of her ashes in
Ireland. We plan to do it soon.
Yesterday, we met her widower to receive the ashes. In
addition to those, he brought me some other items that were hers. Among them
was an angel. “I know you also collected these and thought you might like to
have this one.”
I was delighted to receive it. It now sits in my downstairs
guest bath. This one is Baccarat crystal and sits on a lighted base. I love the
way it looks, and I will always think of my own angel in Heaven every time I see
it. What a thoughtful and precious gift.
Most touching, Lorna. Always hard to lose a close friend. And of course, though I never met her, I certainly had ties to her. Thanks for posting this.
ReplyDeleteYou know how much she loved your books. For someone who never read for pleasure for most of her life, I am pleased that she discovered books as a way to escape some of her physical difficulties. Her widower said she wore ot one Kindle, and he had to buy her another.
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