Each day I read Cam's update and each day I am astounded by your progress. Earlier posts were not so sunny. You are a force with which to be reckoned!
We met only once, at Jack Streidl's funeral. You were efficiently setting out large quantities of food for friends and family gathered in the house on Bridge Street. My dad was Phyllis' brother Colin. That was my last time sitting around that big table that had hosted so many family gatherings over my life.
Family is such a strong bond. After I was grown Phyllis would call me occasionally to catch up on my family and to fill me in on the Streidl clan. When our son Matthew died suddenly at the age of 17, she and Jack visited is a few weeks later. This was a real comfort to us, as this loss was one they were familiar with.
A few years ago Phillis told me that each Tuesday morning she went to mass and prayed for all her family, individually, by name. I'm guessing she was there for a while. We lived in the desert southwest at the time, so by the time I left for work on Tuesday mornings I knew I had been lifted up to God in prayer. I hope you bask in the warmth of love and prayer, knowing how many people are storming heaven on your behalf.
Mimi Duncan, Lexington, KY