Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Obituary of the Consummate Woman
I want to be just like her when I grow up. (As if I could.)
My daughter in love and I always say, "What would Charlene do?"
We never saw Bob in any field or pasture, mending fences, rounding up cattle, without her right there at his side. She would be standing there in the back of the old pickup truck throwing hay to their herd while Bob drove.
Her energy and knowledge was never-ending. We thought.
I, the Antisocial Queen, loved having them over for dinner and going to plays and concerts with them.
We shared a love of books and crossword puzzles. I couldn't have adjusted to the ranch life without her. She is the one who told us that it wasn't polite to ask a rancher how many cows he owned. Now I'll never know if it's OK to ask about pigs. ☻
I have a feeling there are a lot of things I'll never know now.