Thursday, August 6, 2020
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Linda was the quintessential energizer bunny, a woman always doing something useful, not idle. We can't watch that energy in motion anymore, but what remains are nice memories, like visiting Linda and my Dad with my older brother in Greece in 1990; we pretended to be running a race in Marathon (cheezy, yes). And taking a carriage ride in Montreal with my husband and first son in 2005. I recall Linda running with me down a busy street just before shops were closing so that I could buy a pair of shoes (from a place that resembled Europe, and thus probably had great shoes), and her stopping abruptly and much enthusiasm hugging me and thanking me for 'letting her be a grandmother to my son.' Her appreciation was genuine and I will never forget that moment. NOr the loving couple whom my boys called 'Mim and Pip.' Linda was a bit:) younger than my Dad, so some might say a trophy wife, but she was more than a cute, little thing on my Dad's arm; she was industrious and smart. She was the love of my Dad's life and I know she loved him too. I rue whatever took her away from him, and I look forward to seeing her in the future paradise, where there will be 'no sickness, pain, sorrow, or even death' - Revelation 21:3,4.
