|photo by McBeth|
How would I describe you to someone who never knew you? You were my dad’s girlfriend, a beautiful blond, a fabulous cook, a dancer, a friend to my family, and a cheerleader of my writing. When I’m quiet, I can hear your voice from your cell phone: “Hi, this is Merilee, leave me a message.” And when we’d connect, we’d talk and talk. I am lucky to have some of your recipes, preserved on note cards—my favorite, the scrumptious honey bun cake! I have some jewelry you had given to me as gifts. You knew me well, knew that I liked small earrings. I still have a most unusual gift from you: a crystal angel lamp that lights up and warms perfume.
When I saw you for the last time, I whispered in your ear, “You were the best thing that has happened to our family.” I meant it, though you modestly shrugged it off. Six years is not long enough to have known someone. But who am I to question God’s plan? I would loved to have walked with you in the arboretum. I would have loved for you to have joined more family celebrations. I would have loved to have one more day with you. It’s hard saying good bye. Merilee, I miss you.