When my godson Michael needed a room. I let him use one my spare rooms. He was like a third son. He became my 3rd godson. He was just like my 3 kids. He was respectfully and a full blown stinker. I felt honored Marianne trusted me to watch over her only child.
What really made me made me happy. He was a pallbearer for my Father. My Father loved Marianne son. He called him his "skinny Bum Bum".
Having Marianne's son in his uniform with his other god brothers carrying my Father to lay beside my Mother such an honor. God sons on one side and Grandsons on the other side.
The last time I saw Marianne was Michael's wedding. I asked her if she was ready to get into some mischief. She smiled and said name the place. She'll be ready! We thanked each other for having Michael. We smiled and cried at the same time. I miss her laugh but I hear laugh.
Her laugh started at her head and flowed to her feet and I Know See is smiling. She is a good friend. I say is because my faith feels the body is at rest but the spirit will always be near by.
Keep smile and laughing, Marianne! 8)
She was a lovely person, Mother, sister and friend.
She will be missed but her love will live on. Smile on Marianne.