Gail is gone. We said our goodbyes Tuesday evening at her funeral. She went to rehab, and as I feared, never came home.
She died on the same day she agreed to enter hospice care.
I ate a hoagie with my parents after the visitation. I got tipsy on two beers as we all remembered good times with Gail and her husband Ray who livd next door when I grew up.
Forgotten memories bubbled up. The alcohol gave added effect to the feelings.
I was very lucky growing up, surrounded by some wonderful people.
Still am. And hopefully I can be as caring towards others as they were toward me.
Here is a post I shared on Facebook the evening I learned Gail passed away: