I think of Cheryl often each day through the day.

I think she trained me to be on my own path without her. I had this thought as I was doing laundry for myself yesterday. Up until about 5 years ago, Cheryl did the laundry for both of us. It became hard for her to maneuver the laundry basket and use her cane or use one hand to steady herself on the wall in our new condo. I started to help her do the laundry. Separate the load into dedicates, colors, whites, etc. she would tell me. We used the bed to fold, smooth and put away.

I still do it her way even though I think of it as my way or the way.

She got me to take over other tasks of everyday living over time.

Another kindness she did for me.

Carpe Vitae