Lillie May Fenley, the beloved grandmother of Maris, was laid to rest yesterday morning. I hate that a funeral was the cause of her trip but savored every second of the time spent with the McLoskey family. It’s only been a few weeks since I last saw my soul sister– but slightly over a year since her husband and my godkids were included in that mix– so I appreciated getting the package deal.
After we took the twins to the park John decided he was past due for the MVP treatment at Sports Clips. But apparently our team captain didn’t want to leave the bench because he accidentally left the keys in the car. Oops.
Huge thanks to the cashier at Marco’s Pizza who was kind enough to comp our frazzled delegation with an order of cheesy bread. He made an irritating situation much more tolerable– and the bread was fantastic. We were so impressed we ended up buying additional pizza. I’ll definitely be giving rave reviews on my receipt survey which is my pleasure to compete.
Laughing and chatting over a meal with my favorite people on the planet reminded me of the good ole’ days, when Maris still lived here, and specifically the Collierville house. I took for granted the ability to see her on an almost daily basis. Not only did we work together for many years but our time off the clock was spent attached at the hip as well. I struggle with her absence. A big chunk of my heart, happiness, and sanity now resides in Spring Hill.
A friendship like the one Maris and I share is all a person needs. I count my blessings that I am able to connect with another human being as we do. Maris, you are so loved.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,