“The blue lamp”
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From Arlene:
I got to know your mom when I bought her ’85 Honda wagon. When my husband and I were out for a walk past her house and saw the Honda sitting in the front yard at a time when I was looking for a good used car, we checked it out.
Pat and I made a date to take a test drive, and now every time I pass the spot where we ended up that day, I think of her and that drive.She loved the car and hated to part with it, but needed something bigger for transporting dogs. Since I drove past her house often, she got to see the car again and again.
One time I hadn’t seen Pat much or activity around the house, so I asked why that was. She told me that, as long as her blue lamp could be seen in the window, she was still there.
I couldn’t be called a real friend of Pat’s — we didn’t see a lot of each other on a regular basis — but we truly liked each other and were always happy when we had a chance to chat. I knew her well enough to know what a special person she was.
I lost my own mother two years ago this month, so I have thought a lot about legacy and the meaning of a life. I wish you a treasure trove of good and lasting memories.
