Some people we pass on the street, in the plane, in the grocery aisle, at the gas station, in line at the creeme stand, and that might be the beginning and the end of that moment of commonality. I think most people I know, myself included, would find that a normal thing. We see so many people we will never see again, and some we do see, but never talk to. Then there is Carol…
I remember many occasions trying to make it to Ben & Jerry’s at the top of Church St. on any Saturday, wondering if we would ever make it. Hopefully, the starting point was not Main St. That was a quick toss of time-based planning.
Twenty steps and we’d meet the first of her thousands of friends, clients, and even strangers, whom she would greet each time as if she’d known them her entire life. She touched so many.
I’m proud that she was my mother, my advocate, my mentor, and my idol.
“I want to go soon and live away by the pond where I shall hear only the wind whispering among the reeds. It will be success if I shall have left myself behind.”
Henry David Thoreau
