Today, I heard that my good friend,
Betsy,
passed away.
It came as a shock.
I didn’t see it coming,
and to think that she died alone,
makes me crazy.
Betsy,
was a woman of,
uncommon generosity,
and independence of spirit.
She loved to joke and,
she loved to smoke.
She was a good Jew,
who ate,
Bacon and Ham,
because it tasted good,
and God,
would understand.
She loved Harry Potter,
and snowy owls,
and Cats.
She loved mysteries,
and the novels of,
Maeve Binchy,
Winnie the Pooh,
Patty Labelle,
and the Jazz Fest.
Peanut butter,
and green mint tea.
She was crusty, tough and sarcastic,
and had a heart as big as Mont Royal.
She took shit from,
no one,
and yet,
was a gentle and lonely soul.
I met her seven years ago,
when she walked into my bookstore.
I was privileged to call her my friend,
and my life was richer for knowing her,
it will be much poorer for her loss.
I loved her,
like a sister,
I hope she knew that.
RIP Betsy Winston 1947-2011
Godspeed, my friend,
Lacheim,
TO LIFE.
Later girls,
BB