The days of paddling and walks turned to months and a trust level developed that I seldom have experienced. Our conversations including light talk and deep talk on every imaginable topic. We shared our pasts and our dreams of the future. She was much more driven and focused to take steps to turn dreams into reality, whereas I more or less meander through each day.
She became very involved in the First United Methodist Church of Lincoln, and she joined our Bible study group with Trudy, Betty, Linda D. and Pastor Bruce Young. As with every endeavor, she brought a new level of discussion that entertained us but also made us think about God in new ways. The congregation always looked forward to her Texas twang and lightness when she lectured.
Mostly I admired her ability to live in the moment. She could lose herself in an activity, yard chore, book, or anything else that caught her attention. Many days she’d look at the clock and realize she’d missed lunch, or supper, or both! But put a plate of food in front of her and she’d devour it. My father would just shake his head and wonder where she was putting all that food as she reached for seconds and sometimes thirds.
Our friendship went to new levels through our adventures as we spent time together in a variety of activities. We could even disagree! I’ve had few ‘best friends’ and I’m grateful for this one.