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Sometimes
we would meet it Miami International Airport when I had
a layover between flights coming and going somewhere.
She would drive down to see me and we sould talk and
talk and then see each other again "sometime soon" we
would say. And we would, she would come to visit me or I
would go and visit my parents and we would see each
other.
Mike was always only a telephone call away when I needed
her. She was there for me when my Grandmothers, Mother,
Son and Dad died. I used to tell her to pack a picnic
basket and meet me on St. Road 84 and 4th Avenue in
Lauderdale where everyone was buried and we would visit
when I flew in o Lauderdale for a couple of hours or
days.
We talked about everything and nothing. We laughed and
cried and got mad at each other and then made up.
Mike was ill for a lot of years, but her voice was
strong and her fun quotient was always there.
I miss her. And like so many others who went before her
I will miss them all. I think about her and her family
and pray for her and them each day.
Submitted
by Judith Rizzotto-Enzor 5/13/09 |
