I want to tell you about a couple of other characters who meant a great deal to us. The first one had severe rhumatoid arthritis and she was a real character. When Harold and I were planning our wedding, she helped us find a minister to marry us and she talked some of the women to help us decorate and get people to plan the refreshments for the reception. About a week before the wedding, she called us and asked if we could come visit her for a little while. She never went shopping and worried about what she could give us for a wedding gift.
When we got to her apartment, she handed Harold a box and told him to open it. Inside there was a diamond ring, large diamond. She told us that her husband gave it to her for their 40th anniversary and she wanted us to have it. She called it a happy ring. I nearly fainted because we had never planned to buy a ring. I think that she was more excited on April 27, 2002, than we were. We got married in the Manor, in the public lounge and everyone in the building was invited. Thanks to this dear woman, our wedding and reception is still talked about as one of the best parties they ever had in this building. I cherish this ring and I miss my friend all the time.
There was the lady who helped everyone she could. She was a lay server in her Roman Catholic church. She loved to cook for her four boys and often travelled to western Canada to see the two who lived out there. Then she was diagnosed with cancer and only lived a few months. We will never forget her.
There are many more but I am going to move on to other things and talk a little more about other things in the life of a senior.
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