Monday, May 27, 2024
I remember Mary when she was just a tyke, skinny as a rail. She taught me one of my earlier dance moves, which she could do as if she were one of the dancers on Soul Train. She was that good.
I also remember her peaceful aura and her kindness and sweet disposition. I missed her when her car started to age and she didn't feel quite comfortable driving from New York to Maryland.
She is an old soul who went to be with her brothers and sisters in the Spirit world.
Take flight, Mary.