Thursday, October 3, 2013

Saying Goodbye to Betty


The Holy Ghost/Tererro family is a relatively close one, relatively speaking.  Although we come from all walks of life, we care about each other, we keep track of each other, we help each other.  I think the feeling has been fostered by the July 4 gatherings at the Noel's cabin, along with the Homeowner's meetings and other events.  

Thus, when we (Don, Kenneth, Melinda and I) showed up at Betty Percy's funeral, we were not surprised to see Huie and Sherry Ley, Brandi and Rich, Nola and Ed, Scott Rice, Scott Johnson, and Dedi Skipper.  There are others who would have been there if they could have been, but it isn't always possible.  They were there in spirit, however.

Larry Percy spoke about his mom in familiar terms.  Although I didn't know she started Meals on Wheels in Clinton, I should have guessed.  She always put others first.  Of course, Larry mentioned the ice cream, the sitting on the porch at the cabin, and other memorable Holy Ghost events.  We each have our own stories about Betty and her selfless attitude.



On Tuesday, we were given permission to go into our cabin to winterize it.  We were grateful to the forest service for granting us permission to do so, as we had a couple of things we really needed to do before we closed up for the winter.  But there was a hole in our heart.  Earlier in the summer, we had planned to see Betty and Harry at the end of September.  Things changed quickly on May 30 with the fire, then again on September 13 with the flood.  But the biggest blow was on September 25 when Betty left us.  

We walked up the Canyon, taking time to stop at the Percy's cabin and sit on the porch.  



We took a few moments to thank God for Betty's influence on our lives and for the privilege of knowing her and her family. It will not be the same in the Canyon without Betty, but next summer, God willing and with a little help from the Forest Service, we will be able to sit on the porch with Harry, knowing Betty's spirit is on the porch, enjoying her daisies, the fresh air, and the creek.  

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