Five years ago, Old Gertrude went home to Heaven.
Today I mourn the loss of a good friend.
Her Love was the purest form.
Her forgiveness was up to date.
Her loyalty — uncompromising.
And I don’t wish her back.
But sometimes, the smell of Scrapple frying–
The first fire in the pellet stove in Autumn-
The sight of her Santa Claus that still sings “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town”–
Hearing and seeing jingle bells tied to velvet red bows —
And setting up the Christmas tree-
These things remind me of a severely handicapped old lady
Whose presence in our home
Changed us all
And made us better people.