Cold Hand Luke has served his purpose. Last Monday, my friend May finally achieved her wish and moved to a better place. Considerate for others to the end, May waited until her older daughter could come home to say goodbye and chose to leave us before the great snowstorm of 2017. Her funeral was held on Friday, one of the most glorious days we have seen for a very long while: blue skies, warm sun sparkling off the snow banks. More snow fell the next day! I shall miss her , she who taught me so much, especially about the qualities in which I am woefully deficient: fortitude, grace and patience. Cold Hand Luke can no longer draw warmth and strength from those frail hands and so he touches the brim of his Stetson and says … ‘farewell, ma’am’

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