We got word today that our dear friend Sue Adams died yesterday. About two weeks ago she posted on FB that the doctors had informed her that her last round of chemo had not worked. She chose to go home to hospice care, and yesterday morning, with her family around her, she left this earthly vale.
Sue was a good friend. They moved away quite a few years ago, but we stayed in touch with Christmas cards and she came back to Monrovia often. Her daughter Emily was a good friend of Phoebe's, so we were often in touch with her.
With the advent of social media, seems like I could see Sue and her happy life in living color frequently enough that I felt like she was still just around the corner.
When we first moved to Monrovia, I wasn't very happy about being here. I made friends in the ward and got involved and all seemed to be well. Then they shuffled the ward boundaries and a few of us were sent to the Monrovia East Ward. I was aghast - what would I do now?
One of the first people to come and see me was Sue Adams! She was friendly and cheerful - you could not be gloomy in her presence. I knew it would be all right in this new ward.
There was a brief period of time when we walked together. I enjoyed getting to know her better. The ward was very social, and we interacted frequently. When they moved away, I was sad indeed.
When I fell in Albertson's and cracked three ribs, I was given a settlement. I decided to use part of it to buy a Bosch mixer - something I had coveted. Sue was a dealer and I got one from her. It was fun to have her come and show me how to use it - and when I use it, I think of her.
When I walk in the mornings, I go past the house they used to live in. In all these years, it has not changed. I like that aspect - it means when I go by, I can think of Sue and remember all the good times.
Goodbye sweet Sue - heaven is a little brighter today - and the light here is a little dimmer.
Godspeed!
