Mar

She was:

sweats,

never pink, 

youth XL, 

blue winter cap, 

black sneakers. 

She was:

haircuts at the barber,

a beer at the bar, 

an egg salad sandwich from the Butcher Block,

taco lunch in the cafeteria with her own shells. 

She was:

handball games on the playground, 

"Shutty Uppie",

dancing in gym class,
loving her "turkeys", 

taking up the end of the line, 

being mistaken for one of the kids.  

She was 

on a plane, 

in a boat, 

in her bug, 

around the world, 

under water,

behind the lens. 

She was 

a devoted wife, 

a proud mother, 

a doting grandmother,

a fine travel companion, 

a kick ass class room & lunch room aide, 

and  

one helluva friend. 

She was 

spunk,

fierce,

hysterical, 

loving,

and 

giving. 

She was one of a kind. 

God bless you Mar as you dive into the that great big ocean in the sky. You'll be missed.  

I think there's no limit at the bar up there, though I do think they do expect you to be on your best behavior which might be hard because we know how much you love a good party!


Linking up with Yeah Write this week.
Feel free to partake in a libation in her honor as you make your vote Thursday.
If anyone asks, tell them it's a drink for a friend.
I know she'd get a kick out of that!