Another Whiskey Widow has gone off to that big cocktail hour in the sky. Mama Sue and I had a special connection because she was a teacher. She understood that teaching is hard, but so is learning. And that teachers teach, not because it brings in a big paycheck, but because we love the interaction with people.
Sue and I also were partners in crime. When Ms. Verone died, her family deliberately kept the obituary and the funeral information out of the local newspapers to keep out the riff raff. Sue, being the resourceful woman that she was, called up the big funeral parlor in town and asked when services were scheduled for Ms. Verone. Then Sue and I crashed the funeral! When we got there, Verone's daughter-in-law had quite a dilemma: throw us out on our ear, or play the gracious Southern hostess. Lucky for us, good breeding won out and we were allowed to pay our respects to Ms. Verone, founder of the Whiskey Widows.
I'm sure that Sue was warmly welcomed into heaven by Verone, Dottie with the Body and Ms. Frances and that they're having one heck of a party with the Man Upstairs!