{"id":2416,"date":"2018-08-02T00:36:47","date_gmt":"2018-08-02T00:36:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/?p=2416"},"modified":"2018-08-02T00:37:19","modified_gmt":"2018-08-02T00:37:19","slug":"eulogy-for-louise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/2018\/08\/02\/eulogy-for-louise\/","title":{"rendered":"Eulogy for Louise"},"content":{"rendered":"

When I heard that my friend Louise had passed away back in December, I decided to write a eulogy for her in case I was called upon to speak. \u00a0I wasn\u2019t, and there wasn\u2019t a memorial, but I had a dream about her not long ago and it was as good of sign as any that it was time to post this. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I\u2019m going to start this with my favorite conversation that I had with Louise. \u00a0It was one of the few times I was a little snarky<\/em> with her – and you were snarky with Louise at your own peril.<\/span><\/p>\n

We were out to eat and she was telling about how someone was assuming and expecting her to just \u201clet something go\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\n

I said to her, \u201cLouise, do they even <\/span>know<\/span><\/i> you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She gave me the evil eye – which I totally deserved – and then she laughed. \u00a0That rich throaty chuckle that she had.<\/span><\/p>\n

Because she knew it. \u00a0That was just her. She was snarky and cranky – and very very stubborn. <\/span><\/p>\n

But she was also amazingly and refreshingly honest. \u00a0Which is not always an easy thing to find. There was never an guile, or deception or hidden agendas – you always knew exactly where you stood with Louise.<\/span><\/p>\n

Because she would tell you.<\/span><\/p>\n

I was one of the very few lucky people that she counted as a friend. \u00a0And that didn\u2019t happen overnight. It took awhile – years, I think – before I figured her out and she figured me out. \u00a0We met somewhere in the middle and became friends. I was always a little intimidated by her and didn\u2019t cross her. Louise was fierce. <\/span><\/p>\n

Over the years I set up a lot of electronics for her and put plastic on her windows in the winter. \u00a0I took her out to eat and to run errands – or pick up her Mom at bingo on a cold and snowy night.<\/span><\/p>\n

And in return, she checked up on me. \u00a0I would get a call from her every so often just to see how I was doing. \u00a0How my family was and if my car was running okay. If my house was still good and how my cat was doing. \u00a0Just a little connection, just to see if I was okay.<\/span><\/p>\n

I remember once when I was going through a difficult time and she was having a health scare. \u00a0I visited her in the hospital, determined to be there for her and be supportive.\u00a0 \u00a0She saw through me in about 3 seconds and spent most of the time I was there comforting me. \u00a0Here she was, looking tired and frail on her hospital bed – facing health issues that would force her to change her lifestyle – and she gave me a hug and said it was going to be okay. \u00a0And it was – I knew better than to argue. <\/span><\/p>\n

Louise wanted the best for us – for all of us. \u00a0She didn\u2019t pull any punches but behind that bluster was\u2026 I was going to say a \u201csweet woman\u201d, but I don\u2019t know that that\u2019s entirely accurate. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She was a \u201cgood woman\u201d and she was my friend.\u00a0 And I miss her.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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