My friend, Cathy, who was only 50 years old dropped dead
yesterday. She was a vibrant, alive optimistic woman who
belonged to my antique group. There are just ten of us in
the group. Cathy was caring for her ailing mother. No one
dreamed that she had a heart problem.

Her death took her family and friends totally by surprise.
At my age, I am all too used to losing friends. It saddens
me more to lose someone who has had such a short life span.

We will all mourn her and think fondly of her. I suppose
we will try to gather for her funeral when the M. E. releases
her body. Unfortunately, I do not think there is an after
life but Happy Trails to you, Kathy, wherever your spirit
may be. I am richer for having had you in my life.