Someone dear to me sent me a plaque a few years ago which I love: "Friends are the Family we choose for Ourselves."
It took us a few years, but we have acquired such friends and I am proud to consider them part of our family.
It is especially nice when someone who is not your flesh and blood takes you in and makes you feel like you are a part of their family. Someone who dotes on your children and asks them those questions that only relatives ask. Someone who takes pictures of your kids because she wants to. Who sends you emails with pictures of those times (in montages even!).
Unfortunately, when you get close to someone you also have to feel heartbroken when they go.
Dee, you made me and my family feel welcome in yours. You doted on my children like a grandmother.
And you showed how us how to face adversity with a positive fighting attitude.
Thank you for being a part of our lives. You will be missed.
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Wonderful remembrance. I was Dee's friend clear across the country in Alameda, California. We both loved the Red Sox, the Pats, Rory McIlroy, classic movies, Robert B. Parker's Spenser, Mac computers, and other things not necessarily in that order. I'm using a Powerbook that was once hers. ("You can have it if you think you can make it work," she said. And refused my check for the Priority Mail.)
We loved good writing, careful editing, and discussing the meanings and derivation of slang and jargon. I've just recently taken up snooker, and she enjoyed the different names snooker has for common pool terms.
Some days we'd exchange 4-5 emails of varying lengths on whimsy or substance. I've already seen at least a dozen stories I would have shared with her to get her common sense take on each.
We are all a tapestry of those we love and who've loved us.
kenner/ (that was her name for me)
Forgot to add, we've known each other back to the AOL days at least 15 or 16 years ago.
kenner/
Mine isn't as profound as yours, but I took a swing at it:
Remembering Dee
kenner/
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