I found out several days ago that my dearest and oldest friend, second mother, and confidant passed away at the age of 90. Although I know that she was old, with many ailments, she was a gentle and courageous spirit with a marvelous lust for life and living, and a gracious person.
I have not seen Betty in many years, yet every holiday I would receive a card from her with a note or letter inside. As years passed, her daughter Barbara would write for her, as Betty lost her eyesight. She never complained and loved the people around her more fully than anyone I have ever known.
When I was young, I would get on my bicycle every day and ride to her house, often spending the night. I was troubled during some of those years, and I believe I may not be here today had it not been for Betty. She understood me and my pain, she never minimized my feelings, only giving of herself which was shear pure love. After spending time with her, I often was reduced to laughter after having been in tears to start with. I know my mother never understood our relationship, and I believe actually was jealous. She would never know me like Betty.
To many people, she was odd, maybe crazy. Not to me, maybe eccentric, but wonderfully eccentric.
I miss her. Just knowing that she was alive and of sound mind always was a comfort to me. I knew that there was someone that loved me with a pure heart.
I feel lost without her in the world and in my opinion, the world has lost a priceless treasure.
Sleep with Angels Betty. I hope there is an afterlife, as I will be looking for you.
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