As I mourn the death last Friday of my beloved friend, Marg, I am reminded that if it hadn't been for her and husband Ken's kindness and generosity more than 50 years ago, I may be in a different place today. I can remember walking down their street, after being accepted as a boarder in their home, giving thanks to God for leading me to them.
Marg surprised me with a hot meal the first day I came home from work and had fed both my girls who were clean and contended. She cared for them as if they were her own, doing all kinds of little things to make our lives happier.
We spent many hours together while Ken worked the night shift on the railroad cementing a friendship that lasted through the illnesses and losses of life in both our families.
We may have physically moved away from each other over the years but she has always and will always have a special place in my heart.
May God bless you, dear Marg.