My favorite times with Glyn were with our bridge group, Beverly and Gail at Glyn’s house. We played on Tuesday afternoons. We knew not to schedule anything else on Tuesdays. We could say anything to each other. It was therapy for us with bridge squeezed in too. Charlie always greeted us at the door. After Glyn moved, she and I continued our therapy sessions on the phone. I will miss her. Previously, we had good times playing bridge on Sundays with Genevieve and Sylvia.
I admit, I have always believed in fairy godmothers. I had to go to the eye doctor Friday. His parking lot is always very crowded. When I drove in, and saw the very closest parking space empty, I immediately thought of Glyn. She was looking out for me. I love you, Glyn.