It was one of those weeks in our family.
My folks are in their mid - late 80’s. Lots of their friends are dying, as we might expect... and my folks living in a nice retirement community doesn’t shield them from that!
Last week my folks had THREE memorial services to attend; I took them to two of them so that they wouldn't have to drive, having known the person as well.
One was Mom and Dad’s next door neighbor, Jane Richards. She was such a sweet person. Mom knew her not only because she lived next door in this huge complex (long hallway of apartments on both sides) but because both women loved to play bridge.
The second that I went to was for Ronnie Porter (also affectionately known as RKP). Ron was a former President of Jackson-Cross Company (as was my Dad) and he was the one who interviewed me. His Dream had been big: moving here from Ireland when he was young, fighting WWII for the USA, and rising up to be a huge success in business.
I had worked at J-CC two summers while in college, mostly helping in the real estate sales end (though not licensed to sell yet). And when I was out of grad school, working in St. Louis, and thinking of returning to the Philadelphia area, Ron interviewed me for the Manager of Marketing position.
A gentleman all the way. Terrific salesman. Terrific man.
The award named for him, The RKP Award, was for a top professional who also served the community. I was proud to win that Award not only for the recognition but because he meant so much to me. And I proudly wear the name of an RKP award winner all these years later.
Mom says, "Getting old's a bitch." She should know, I guess. And then we lose good people like Jane and Ronnie.
For them the Dream is over.
Gone... but not forgotten.
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