My Mom lost one of her best friends today and I have been sad all day. I love this picture of both Don and Marilyn so happy at our wedding. She has been a part of my life ever since I can remember and I know my home town is grieving her loss.
I think you are a lucky person when you can find a human being that you can connect with and my Mom was lucky to have found Marilyn. There were many pictures to pick from but I kept coming back to this one, so happy and I can still hear her gentle laugh.
My first memories of Marilyn was driving in our old car, heading out to Glacial Lake State Park. She gave me a long lecture on my habit of biting my nails, but soften the blow by saying that I had a “cute figure”. I wasn’t even sure what that meant at the time.
I used to spent hours at their house when Mom and Dad went out. We used to come out at night and watch the bats fly around and how Don used to say they wouldn’t bite us. Uff-da. I remember how their house was layed out and the hours we spent playing cards and how their kitchen table was a little nook. She was always baking and her kitchen was heaven.
After my Dad died, she looked out for my Mom and reported back to me. She was the one to call and say, “Your Mom got turned around on her walk today”, and “You know she is living off toast and cheese”. She was firm but gentle and told me I needed to do something soon. Even though the words were hard to hear, I listened and did what she said. I moved her into Holly Ridge and Marilyn was devoted to visiting her, taking her out to church and meals.
When I made the decision to move Mom closer to me, Marilyn was one of my first calls. I asked her opinion and she gave me advice. She wanted Mom to live closer to me and that we would both be happier. Again, she was correct. It was hard to move her away from her friends but I hoped they would see each other again some day. They never got the chance.
In the last few years, I have received the sweetest, most encouraging cards and emails from Marilyn. She would remind me how much she missed Mom and tell me that I’m doing ok and that she was proud of me. I have saved all of her cards and they hold a special place in my heart. Even though we were 120 miles away, I still felt her love. Just like a second mother.
Tomorrow, I will bring her picture and let Mom know. We last sent her flowers a few months ago and I know Mom was happy about that.
Peace and love to her family. I know she was very proud of all of them. Bless you, Marilyn. You were a loved friend.