So many memories and fun. Such a beautiful spirit. So much love. So much thoughtfulness and kindness.
I still laugh at the memory of the first time Missy came to babysit my kids. She must have been about 15 or 16. She came into the house in high dudgeon because she had stopped at home before coming to our house and caught her parents, in the living room I think, romantically engaged.
Her outrage was that at their age, they should at least do that somewhere she couldn’t accidentally walk in on them. We wound up collapsing on our couch in laughter with the kids wondering what was so funny.
God speed, my friend. You know our favorite line from Grumpy Old Men. Missy, Issie loves you forever.