Lisa was very special to me. When you work so closely with someone for many years, you get to know them pretty well. She was the mother/grandmother I never had. She was warm, comforting, and truly a genuine, beautiful person. She had this gift for making people feel cared for because she really did care. She was my friend.
She always put one hundred percent of her heart in everything she did, especially for others. How perfect her handwriting was, and if it didn't pass her standards, she would do it over. How beautiful she wrapped gifts. When she gave me a tiny sweater for my daughter and how it smelled so warm, comforting, and fresh. Just like a warm blanket. She always smelled like that and confessed to me how she would use more than you're supposed to with the fabric softener and sometimes run the cycle twice.
How she and I would tease each other on our quirks. How she was meticulous about a clean desk calendar and wouldn't want a thing written on it. I teased saying I would draw a line on it to get her mad and she said she thought she was bad until I told her I cleaned with toothpicks.
How I called her my “little squirrel” because she would have nuts and seeds stored in the desk that she snacked on. How she nicknamed me “little Kathy.” How we both shared the same wedding anniversary. How deeply she cared and loved her husband, children, and grandchildren. She was so proud of all of you.
We would tell each other family stories. My favorite one Lisa told me was when she showed me a picture of her husband “boo” in his military uniform. How much in love she still was with him as she said how handsome he was. She got this grin on her face and started telling me how she was still in high school at the time and one day when school was over, she looked up and saw him in full uniform waiting for her to give her a ride. Everyone was looking at him and she told me how she was so proud and elated she felt walking towards him while everyone watched and that he was there for her and no one else.
That sparkle was in her eye and the smile on her face is my Lisa that I will never ever forget. Even though she is not physically here, I am one of the many privileged people who had the gift of knowing her. I miss her terribly but I also smile when I think of her. How she would love to garden so much, that she would inevitably get poison ivy almost every year and have such a bad reaction to it, she would have to get on medication. Again, I would ask her how, and she would reply, “oh just pulling weeds.” I even printed color pictures so she could identify it. I jokingly asked her if she liked rolling around in it, and she'd say teasingly, “Oh hush you!” You will always have a special place in my heart Lisa. You are one beautiful angel now. Love and miss you very much. Love, “little Kathy.”