102 years, 11 months

I invited my good friend Amy to visit our cabin. She was 98. After my husband went to bed, she and I sat on the screened porch and talked. She said she wanted to tell me a story, and boy did she. I had known her for at least 20 years and never knew so much about her. I started writing the book but it’s been a tough road. It’s hard to relate to so many different aspects of her life, and even more difficult to describe in writing. I’m sad to say I did not complete the book before she passed at the age of 102, but I will continue, working from the many notes of our conversations. I miss you, Amy.