My dear friend Pat went home. I shall miss her dearly. She moved into this complex right at the same time I did. We met at the dog park often and eventually became close friends. We discussed many things, but the two most important issues were our relationship with Jesus and her little dog, Tucker.

When she expressed her concerns about what might happen to him if she died before his time, I told her if I were still around, I would make sure he was safe.

I’m keeping that promise.

When she went home, she was 80. She called me daily, and I helped her buy groceries and shop on Amazon. My mother was murdered when I was three years old; I never got to experience what it would be like to love a woman like one would love their mother. Knowing Pat and caring for her these last few months has given me that experience. Thank you, Pat, you gave me something no one else could give.

Oh, and your little dog.

Pat, I will miss you, and I will always love you.

Tucker, welcome to your new home, little buddy.