I met Mary way back in 2003! ( I think) while taking the trash to the curb. We had a nodding acquaintance. I learned that her name was Mary (easy to remember) and that she was a teacher. I really didn't get to know her until f---ing COVID. I would see her out in her lovely garden, or hopping into her little red SUV to zip off somewhere. Somewhere inbetween our initial meeting and that horrid virus, she had a bad car crash. I only knew because Catherine told me. She was gone quite awhile, and I felt so bad for her. When she came back, she walked everywhere. Then one of the few bright spots during COVID happened! Thanks to Catherine, who wanted us to make a din at 7 p.m. to support healthcare workers. We gathered on Mary and Tammy's driveways and hollered and banged bells and pots. Mary had this cute little teachers bell! Ha Ha! Everything about her was little and cute! I had a cow bell! Ha Ha! We started having potlucks, pumpkin carving and whatnot. I spent as much time as I could visiting Mary. I found an intelligent, kind and openminded woman. Sometimes we would go for coffee. She always got a 16 ounce mocha. We went for walks occasionally. She and Catherine walked a lot more than she and I. Mary started having difficulty operating her phone, t.v. and so on. I don't want to tell about that. At her memorial, I learned of a classical pianist. A talented artist. A strong loving mother who raised her children to be sweet, friendly and successful people. My only regret is that I didn't get to know that part of her. She is missed, every day.
We were saddened to hear of your Mom’s passing and appreciate that you’ve written such a lovely and loving tribute to her, you’ve captured her essence beautifully. We met her several times over the last 30 years at family gatherings and always enjoyed visiting with her. May her memory be a blessing to you all.