Tuesday, July 24, 2018
Jackie and I met in July 1968 when we both came to the “big city of Morgantown” from our humble country beginnings. On our first day at Morgantown Career College, we had to stand up and tell where we were from; imagine our surprise when we found out we were from the same general location just a few miles apart. We shared living quarters during that year of schooling and then became roommates for several years thereafter. When I gave birth to my son in 1988, Jackie was my coach and she was always happy that she got to see him before I did! We drifted apart for a while after that, but after my husband passed away in 2011 and then Jackie retired, our friendship was renewed and it was as if we’d never lost touch. She laughed at this “geographically challenged” friend and would often take different routes just to see if I’d know where I was – I didn’t but would say “Yes, I know, I’m here in the car with you!!” She wanted to take a last cruise somewhere. Wasn’t my thing, but told her I would save my money and we would go, but then she started getting ill and this didn’t happen. She would talk frequently of her trip to Hawaii with Dave & Sonya and family. How very much she enjoyed that trip.
Jackie always talked about how weak she was but I’d constantly remind her of how strong she was. I can just see her now dancing her way through the pearly gates. She was so excited to be able to dance at her niece’s wedding and now she can dance with no pain or fear of falling.
I’ll miss you dear friend, till we meet again.
