I mentioned in my most recent post that I wandered in 1968 to the Pacific Northwest and lived in Seattle, Washington two separate times when I was in my early twenties. The first time I moved there was in the fall so September 30, 2012 marked approximately the 44th. anniversary of that seismic change of scenery in my young life. I learned last night it was also the day I lost a good friend I met there, a friend who died suddenly in a Seattle hospital from a brain aneurysm.
Sherry’s partner Maggie notified me via this blog actually, and I approved the comments she made but responded to her personally elsewhere as soon as I saw her message. Maggie and Sherry had been together for 27 years, and I marvel at both the length of time and quality of their devotion to each other during that time.
I remember Sherry as a woman who adored her partner, her children, her dogs, and the memory of her mother who died not long after I met her. She was passionate about her faith and struggled with her religion. She was a native Texan but loved Puget Sound more than the west Texas prairies and was never tempted to return to Abilene after she moved to Seattle in 1967 as an adult in her late twenties. She was quick to laugh and slow to anger, but didn’t shrink from her temper, either. Resilient. Compassionate. Determined to the point of stubbornness. A flair for the dramatic. A woman of character who was truly a character.
My friendship with Sherry has been an intermittent constant in my life for as long as I can remember. In March of 2011, she came to visit me in Texas for a few days. We laughed some, sang some and talked nonstop like old friends do who don’t see each other frequently. She exerted a tremendous effort to make that trip happen, and I am very grateful for it today. I think we need to see each other, she’d say every year and I’d agree, but she followed through.
I’m glad I wandered into her world a lifetime ago, and I fear Seattle will never be the same without her – at least not to me.