Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Well That's Odd
My dear friend, Betty passed away on December 24th. She was 82. She lived next door to my inlaws and we became very good friends. I would go once a week and clean her house and clean Donna's house. I did this for years.
I just adored Betty and the great thing was we told each other everything. She came to me with problems and I dumped my problems in her lap. I loved the fact that she didn't hold back when it came to any problems in my life. Like the one time I was cleaning and I was in tears because Anna got a tattoo(Its on her ribs). Betty asked me if Anna had a shirt. I answered yes and she said, "Good, now move on to the next problem." I laughed so hard and more importantly she made me feel better.
She broke her hip one time and while I was visiting her in the hospital, I told her that everyone in her neighborhood was talking about her. She laughed and said that she was always the talk of the town. But I told her not to worry, I was going to tell everyone that she broke her hip having sex and that that should stop the rumors. She was laughing so hard that it made her hip hurt, she swatted at me. The little lady in the bed next to her was laughing so hard, I thought she was choking. I seem to lean towards being inappropriate at all times.
I told her many, many times that she was more like my sister than a friend. She loved to point out the fact that there was almost half a century between us but I always said that I didn't care. She also pointed out that I wouldn't want to be in her family. I said the same thing went for my family. She was the sister that I always wanted, I told her. She just shook her head and thought I was nuts.
Betty's family was cleaning out her house and getting it ready to go on the market. They sent over a few things for Donna and asked Donna if there was anything that she wanted. Betty wanted all of her things to find a good home. That was just the way that she had been her entire life. They had a few Precious Moments that they didn't know what to do with and it bothered her son that they were going to have to dump it off at the Goodwill. Donna said that I loved them and would take them for me.
The first one that I unwrapped from the paper towels was titled, "To a special sister." I am going to miss her.