Judy,
Yesterday Holley called me and informed me of your passing. It is oblivious that your life was cut horribly short, which there never is a good reason for. I have a lot of great memories of times we shared. I will do my best to help Holley cope, but I know unfortunately there in nothing that I can say or do to help with the loss. I can only be there for support.
I remember how you loved to tell me I am an ass, you never held back on that one. The late nights at the penny slots will be one of the many memories that I cherish. We all know how you loved your penny slots and you hated when I sat next to you while you played … I was some sort of back luck for you.
The nights you came and picked up Holley and I on the strip … due to the fact we were way too drunk to drive. The trip to Carpentaria, the trips to Costco (got to love static!), Starbucks, and the day I surrendered my manhood and went shopping for fabric with you and Holley. Your phone calls with questions about STAR and calling because you were driving home from work. You always welcomed me in your home with opened arms.
I know I thanked you but I just don’t think you know how much I appreciated it when we went out to dinner while I was at the hospital with my mother. It was a well needed one hour reality escape for me. It was nice to have a conversation with someone that did not revolve around cancer.
There are so many memories that I have …
With Great Sadness,
J.J.