Yesterday we found out our neighbor and good friend, Brenda,
had been killed in a car accident less than five miles away on Friday. It has
been surreal to think we won’t see her working in the yard with her dog
LittleBit, won’t hear her yelling at LittleBit to “shut-up!” – always made us
chuckle. Won’t be the lucky recipients of her beautiful flower arrangements or
the lovely Christmas wreaths she used to make for us. I have a nursing log she
made for me for my birthday last year. It’s got various plants and succulents
growing on it with rocks she collected when she was a truck driver. Brenda had
a big heart and was always helping people out. I remember last summer when she
rode her mowing lawnmower over to our house with LittleBit. She had a cooler
with a six-pack of beer and we sat in our backyard enjoying a cold beer and
laughing at LittleBit’s antics. The last time I saw Brenda, was just a few
evenings ago when I was on the front deck reading. She yelled over to me “Hi
Kimberly”. I’ll miss Brenda.
