Last year--as some may recall--I wrote an article entitled "Four Plus Two Equals Seventy". It was about my mother and the school chums who have been good friends for over 70 years. I wrote about how they have managed to stay in touch and even get together quite often since the 30's. They've witnessed births of children and grandchildren, deaths of all but one spouse and still are vital women. Women of age, if you will. Last year we saw how fire destroyed a lifetime of living and memories for one member of the group, who is now living in a retirement home in the west valley. Some of the mobile home community in which she lived have returned or soon will in brand new homes, but she will remain where she is.
Early this year, we lost our little gal seated in the picture. Rochelle went quietly and peacefully to join husband Harry. Rochelle did not have an easy life, but always made the best of things and was rarely seen without a smile on her face. Actually, she ended up being the hit of MY wedding reception. Go figure.
I received a call last evening from my mother, informing me of another tragic loss from the school chum group. After a rather brief illness, we've just lost Helen (standing...far left). Helen was the 'senior' member of the cast and crew and leaves behind two daughters, grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren. Daughter Marilyn is a good friend.
Helen and Rochelle will be missed by all....the members of the group, as well as the adult children of those ladies. I can still remember many gatherings at our house. The food, the laughter--all are with me in my head and in my heart. Those times may be gone and the visions a bit faded, but they're still there....at least in my mind.
We've watched and witnessed the deaths of the family patriarch's (only one husband remains) and now--as age and illness come visiting--we are slowly losing the group. There is a lot of truth to the saying that youth is wasted on the young. It's especially true as I have watched these ladies laugh and giggle like schoolgirls well into their upper years.
So now, as we bow our heads and bid a good-bye to the 'senior' member of the cast, we are reminded of how precious life really is and how valuable friendships can be. We watch as these healthy, vibrant women slowly decline and wither. It isn't an easy thing to watch, but it is all part of the cycle of life.
Rest in peace, Helen, and know that you will be missed by all. You will be with all in spirit.
----And then.....there were four.
Early this year, we lost our little gal seated in the picture. Rochelle went quietly and peacefully to join husband Harry. Rochelle did not have an easy life, but always made the best of things and was rarely seen without a smile on her face. Actually, she ended up being the hit of MY wedding reception. Go figure.
I received a call last evening from my mother, informing me of another tragic loss from the school chum group. After a rather brief illness, we've just lost Helen (standing...far left). Helen was the 'senior' member of the cast and crew and leaves behind two daughters, grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren. Daughter Marilyn is a good friend.
Helen and Rochelle will be missed by all....the members of the group, as well as the adult children of those ladies. I can still remember many gatherings at our house. The food, the laughter--all are with me in my head and in my heart. Those times may be gone and the visions a bit faded, but they're still there....at least in my mind.
We've watched and witnessed the deaths of the family patriarch's (only one husband remains) and now--as age and illness come visiting--we are slowly losing the group. There is a lot of truth to the saying that youth is wasted on the young. It's especially true as I have watched these ladies laugh and giggle like schoolgirls well into their upper years.
So now, as we bow our heads and bid a good-bye to the 'senior' member of the cast, we are reminded of how precious life really is and how valuable friendships can be. We watch as these healthy, vibrant women slowly decline and wither. It isn't an easy thing to watch, but it is all part of the cycle of life.
Rest in peace, Helen, and know that you will be missed by all. You will be with all in spirit.
----And then.....there were four.







