Bobbi was my friend from the time we were in third grade. I attended Holy Angels Academy until ninth grade. My Mom wanted me to join the Brownies but no one would take me into their troop because I didn't go to the public elementary school, Emerson. So, Mrs. Geiger phoned and said she would be glad to have me in her troop. Bobbi was my second son's Godmother. She and I spoke very often on the phone. She was ill for many years but complained not at all.
The week before she passed away I called to see how she was doing. She shared that she would be in hospice the next week. What could I say? I told her I loved her and to have a wonderful new adventure and that I would miss her terribly. She died a couple of weeks later.
On my birthday a few months later I received a package in the mail from her husband, John. Bobbi had bought me a birthday present months before and asked him to send it to me if she wasn't here. Needless to say, my tears flowed when I opened the angel she had so thoughtfully gotten me when she was so ill. The same scenario repeated itself the Christmas after...how can I describe the emotions?
I know Bobbi is enjoying that wonderful new adventure. Bon Voyage, Bobbi!
Wanda Jones (Trotta)
Bobbi was my friend from the time we were in third grade. I attended Holy Angels Academy until ninth grade. My Mom wanted me to join the Brownies but no one would take me into their troop because I didn't go to the public elementary school, Emerson. So, Mrs. Geiger phoned and said she would be glad to have me in her troop. Bobbi was my second son's Godmother. She and I spoke very often on the phone. She was ill for many years but complained not at all.
The week before she passed away I called to see how she was doing. She shared that she would be in hospice the next week. What could I say? I told her I loved her and to have a wonderful new adventure and that I would miss her terribly. She died a couple of weeks later.
On my birthday a few months later I received a package in the mail from her husband, John. Bobbi had bought me a birthday present months before and asked him to send it to me if she wasn't here. Needless to say, my tears flowed when I opened the angel she had so thoughtfully gotten me when she was so ill. The same scenario repeated itself the Christmas after...how can I describe the emotions?
I know Bobbi is enjoying that wonderful new adventure. Bon Voyage, Bobbi!