It was back in September or October 2010 when I first
learned Jane had cancer. She sent me a
quick email asking me if I knew anyone who might be able to help her. Of course I sent her the ACS help line number
800ACS2345. It was really all I could
do.
I heard from her rarely after that, but sent her little
reminders now and then that I was praying for her. A few weeks ago she sent me another email
that it was back and asked again if I knew anyone who could help. She’s been in my prayers and in my heart
since that day. There wasn’t a day that
went by that I didn’t think of her.
I first “met” Jane on line in a chat group for
quilters. She was a lively chatter,
always adding some fun and giggles to the conversations. She would tell us about her charming DH or
her resident ghost Miss Ruby. When I
learned she lived in Tennessee near friends I knew I had to meet her. And we did the next time we went down to
visit, meeting in a local restaurant for a lively gathering of chat friends.
The last time we visited TN John and I stopped for a bite
to eat off the highway and I realized we were in Jane’s neighborhood. I gave her a call and was happy to find her
home and get an invite to stop in for a visit.
Jane and her darling husband Ken greeted us with open arms and pulled us
right into their little world. Ken and
John struck up a conversation about plants and we were soon given a guided tour
of their garden and yard. We learned
where ever plant originated, and if it was blooming or not we were given a
description of the flower and/or fruit that gave us a mental picture and or teasing
taste of what was to come. They walked
around hand in hand just like newlyweds and the love and peace between them was
so delightful to watch.
As we drove north from Tennessee John said he said he
hoped that we could be just like them when we got old, happy with the simple things
our friends and family had given us and still so much in love with each other.
Rest in peace Jane.
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