I've been dreading the time when I would write this post...
When we first moved into the Chicagoland suburb, I was a tad bit nervous. Our small area of about 100 homes had only one other Asian family for a long time. When we bought the home, we didn't know what the neighbors would be like. Coming from Hawaii and a sugar plantation camp where everybody was some Asian mixture, learning that the community we were moving into was almost all white was.... well...a spooky shock. I'd heard about racial prejudice on the mainland. (Art had spent quite a bit of time going to school in the Midwest and being stationed on the East coast when he was serving in the Air Force so he was used to it.)
There were two other families that were moving into the community that same year.
Peggy moved in with her family two doors down from us. I can't remember who called who on the phone that first time. However, Peggy and I talked and talked. I remember looking out the window and seeing the sun set and we were still talking.
A couple of years later, her daughter and my son were born 8 days apart. Peggy encouraged me to learn to drive so we could carpool together. She even took me to the Department of Motor Vehicles to get my license.
We went to lots and lots of garage and house sales together just for the fun of it and dragged all our kids with us.
We told each other everything that was going on in our minds and hearts. We were "Aunties" to each other's children just like in Hawaii.
When my son broke his arm on the school playground, she insisted on us corralling all our kids into her station wagon and driving us the long distance to the Great Lakes Naval Hospital. She didn't want me driving. It was a shock when X-rays showed how bad the break was, so she took Tiffany home with her while I stayed with Keola late into the night for the surgery. Art was in D.C. at a meeting at the time.
Life went on. I went back to work teaching first graders and she moved away with her family for her husband's new job. But we always kept in touch.
We were able to visit through all their moves.
When our daughter, Tiffany got married, Peggy and her husband drove all the way to Chicago from Ohio to attend the wedding.
I wish they could have come to Hawaii too after we moved here.
Peggy gave me this wall hanging to go with the others she's given me through the years.
Peggy has had health issues throughout the years but she never let them restrict or get her feeling down. She loved everyone unconditionally and was loved in return. Her family knew what a treasure they had for their wife and mother.
The years flew by, but we made it a point to get together whenever we could, along with our husbands and kids.
I knew three years ago just before COVID hit, that her health was declining but she reassured me that she was getting better.
I clung to that. I couldn't accept anything else.
Then last week, her loving husband called to tell me Peggy was in hospice.
No.
No.
On Monday night, I couldn't sleep. I laid in bed and started talking to Peggy in my head and eventually fell asleep.
The next morning, Peggy's husband called to tell me she'd passed away during the night.
I'm looking at Peggy's wall now with the wall hangings she's given me in the past.
I've been very blessed with many amazing friends in Illinois.
But Peggy was the first.
And yes, she'll always be in my heart and always a part of me.