Sunday, January 29, 2023
Oh Mary Jean I’ve thought of you often over the years but didn’t know how to contact you. I hope you felt my spirit reaching out to you. The last time I saw you was when Bill was in hospice and you were so attentive and comforting to me. I have very fond memories going out to the farm in Ridgefield, tromping through the fields, mucking around in the chicken barns, and you taking me to visit an old lady down the road telling me she’d give us some sweets…but the house was vacant. You showed me how to play the guitar and would talk to me about deep things. I envied your courage when you left for California. My sweet cousin, I love you still.
Mary Martin Sutter
