I Adored Her

Thinking about Lucille always brings a tear to my eye. Even now as I am writing this they start to flow. I am so grateful I had the chance to see her once again in 2004 when Sylvia and I drove up with dad & Mickey. The last time I laid eyes upon her was in 1977 when our grandmother passed away. She was a towering figure to me being only seven at the time. It was funny to see her again and realize she was a tiny little thing with those bow legs. When I was a kid we would visit the farm and her trailer was across the street and she would wake up at 10am every orning. She would coe out in her little baby doll night gown and fuzzy slippers. She slept with one of those eye masks and her hair was always wrapped up with toilet paper. I always refer to her as a "rose in the middle of the thorns". She sure did stand out in that rural town of Bradford. She would take up down to the creek and go swimming and always made you feel special. She died shortly after our last encounter and she sent me a beautiful letter and pictures. RIP Lucille