Remembering all the times you listened to us when we were troubled.
Remembering that you thought we were survivors, no matter what.
Remembering that we could always call you just for reassurance.
Remembering the times you were so exasperated with us you wanted
to shake us.
Remembering your courage as you struggled to get out of the car
with your cane.
Remembering you waiting on your loved ones when they were too
blind to see.
Remembering the tons of flowers and hundreds of cards when you
left this world one summer morning.
Remembering your smiles, your hugs, and your generous spirit that
encouraged us all.
Remembering you every time we see a white-haired older lady walking,
intent upon getting somewhere by herself, cane in hand.
Remembering every time we realize there is no house to go to, no
telephone call to make, no one waiting for our arrival.
Remembering, always remembering that you showed us all how to