This summer we celebrated the life of my friend Nancy. She passed in January. We celebrated her life in high summer, on the lake she loved in mid July.
I met Nancy while delivering Meals on Wheels. I delivered to Nancy. We became fast friends. She was curious about everything. She loved to garden and would ask me for gardening advice. She loved to bake. She ran out of sourdough starter, so I gave her some of mine. She loved loons. She was on loon watch on her beloved lake. We loved to talk about loons. I also love loons. When we kayak we have had such amazing encounters with loons.
The family had a private service at the St. Croix cemetery.
I wanted to go visit Nancy. Her niece Beth gave me the directions, " you will find Nancy on Thompson Hill."
My husband and I headed out two weeks ago to go find Nancy. It was a beautiful October day, the autumn color was in full force and the temperatures where beautiful.
We arrived to the St. Croix cemetery. We noticed four hills. We decided to hike all four hills until we found Nancy.
We hiked the first hill. There was a Thompson stone, but no Nancy.
I did appreciate this stone...
"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."
We continued on our climb up hill number two. Another Thompson stone, but not Nancy.
Horace...
"HE DID IT HIS WAY"
Hill number three, we found another Thompson stone, but not Nancy.
"Farewell"
Thompson hill number four, we found her. Her father was a doctor during the polio outbreak. Nancy was a wonderful story teller, and I enjoyed sitting listening to her talk about her dad, he was a rural traveling doctor.
♥ Rest In Peace, my dear Nancy ♥
♥
Carla
















