The woman I write of was a gift to all of us, particularly to Lenette. She was Lenette’s right hand and her left. When she was operating a preschool in Colorado on her own, she did an admirable job. Dedication, integrity, and honesty are how she lived her life. Tragically, she died much too soon. How can anyone explain this?
One thing for sure, she had her own voice and did her best to provide those she worked with an environment where they could find their own voices. We were together for almost 20 years and remained close until she left us. And she was a “lucky pup.” She would drop a few quarters into the slots when she went shopping at certain grocery stores, and lo and behold! She would hit a return, and often it was a considerable one. She is missed.
Another also comes to mind. He was like one of my arms. Reliable, principled, strong, honest, creative, and dedicated to whatever task he took on. He was with us from the fifties through the early sixties before he passed, far too young. Like our beauty above, he had his own voice and used it to benefit others in ways that they, too, could find and use their own voice. Both of whom I write are remembered for who they were and what they gave to us and so many others.
Now and then, people converge who are destined to come together. Whether it be by way of serendipity or fate, we will never know. What we do know is that certain people we meet in our life fit so perfectly in ours that when they leave us, we feel and know the space they created was exceptional and special, never to be filled again. We are blessed to have shared a period of life together that was as meaningful as it was.
We meet, benefit—Meant or a pure accident—It does not matter
Sy
