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12/26/2003: "Ruth"

I guess it was Christmas got me thinking about her. Six Christmases come and gone, since. Looking back seven years, the last time we had Christmas together, I don't remember much. there must have been a tree, and presents, and I'm sure Bob and Bill came around. I do remember that holiday season we agreed that I would read "Anne of Green Gables" to her, something familiar in case we had to stop for a day or six, so we wouldn't have any trouble picking up the thread. We ended up reading four of them in a row. I read her about eighty books those four years. I'm sure the home health aide and she exchanged gifts, and the nurse. She dictated a letter that I would print out and enclose with the cards. She had a gift for friendship, an open and loving heart, and the perseverance to maintain that love across time and distance. I am delighted that I had the good fortune to be born her son; but I'm honored that I had the chance to become her friend.