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|Posted by: Pat Parmer|
Thu January 16, 2020
|I became Gladys’s friend the day I started working at the Chronicle oh so long ago. Just two weeks ago I delivered a meal to her from the senior center. On that day, as every day I saw her she was interested in me and my family. That never changed from day one. She held her head high through many troubles and heartbreaks, paving the way for her family and friends to follow. Her tears were real in her griefs but rarely shown.
She didn’t put up with BS, tasks and jobs half done, office politics, or hand holding through tasks that she had taught me before (and before, and before). “You know better, Pat” was said often in private when discussing protocols and office politics. We couldn’t rule the world but she placed her life in the hands of the Lord.
I will miss our noontime chats and regret not spending more time with her during these past years. It’s time that is lost and that is what I grieve for because I know she is with her Lord and is at peace with those waiting for her in heaven