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To Maryann

This morning I lost my Step-Mom, Maryann.

She was battling cancer. It was a situation of the chemo was winning over the cancer, but it was killing her.

We had all hoped she would beat it, she would win. I was looking forward to the day when she and my Dad could go back to how things were for them a couple of years ago. (Before her Mom moved in requiring care) So they could have fun, the fun they deserved.

Maryann put up with the occasional blonde joke.

Occasionally put up with us talking about something and if she couldn’t hear it, we’d tell her the truth, we weren’t talking about her. It was just the way we said it.

Maryann loved yellow and Tweety Bird. She decided that Dad was Sylvester. She even had Tweety lettered on her car at one time.

She loved the wind up Chicken Dance chickens Kim and I got her for a couple of special occasions. She would wind them up and let them go – for a long time. Long enough that even when Dad would get tired of them, he didn’t seem to mind (many times anyway) that Maryann would keep them going.

Maryann loved being on/near the water. She was the first lady Commodore of their boat club: Mariner’s Yacht Club (I don’t remember seeing any yachts). She liked relaxing on the moored houseboat they had. She enjoyed their trips down to Islamorada (upper Keys – Key West, FL).

She loved my brother’s two dogs and my dog Kodi. One time they watched Kodi for us when Kim and I took a short trip. They were at the houseboat and Maryann thought that Kodi should walk along her side on the walkway to get back to shore. It wasn’t wide enough, Kodi fell in. Maryann jumped in to get Kodi – who was swimming in the wrong direction – caught her and flipped her up on shore for Dad to get her. Dad didn’t know Maryann was that strong!

Maryann doted on my brother’s dogs – Bailey and Twinkie. They (both Pit Bulls) loved to cuddle with her on the couch.

Maryann loved to remind me of the first time I met her. I was being protective of my Dad. I met her just before they were to leave for a trip to Antigua. I was blunt and asked her did she really love my Dad, or was she just playing him to go on the trip. Oh, and YES she loved my Dad!

I’m glad she decided to like me. I will miss you Maryann.