My Walking Buddy had to leave. It was her time.
I hadn’t seen her since last December but we would text and talk on the phone. I knew she wasn’t doing well when I received her last text on April 30. I wished her well and told her I’d continue to pray for her.
Her funeral was yesterday and her family knew who I was though I had only met a couple of them a few times last summer. Every day that we walked we talked about our families. I knew their names and where they lived. And when I saw them at the funeral home, it was like we were old friends.
My Walking Buddy’s mother told me she loved the hat and mittens I gave her in February.
I was hoping to get a picture of her wearing them but that didn’t happen.