No, not by the grace of God

imageYesterday I attended the funeral of a lovely lady who has been part of my life from my early teens. She was not my friend, but the best friend of my best friend’s mother. She was also my friend’s godmother, and as such attended all the same family occasions and weekend get-togethers that I did. She was, like me, frequently at the house at other times, so over the course of 30+ years, we ran into each other a lot.

She was kind, loyal, opinionated and stubborn. I liked her a great deal, and she always had time for me. She had two boys of her own, and proudly shared stories of their childhood exploits, their love lives, and later, her grandchildren. Continue reading