Dottie Szypulski|Feb 8, 2021
Your mom and I shared so much. We each married a techy guy and we were the mothers of two little girls. We loved our little town of Barkhamsted, Connecticut, where we enjoyed doing community work through the Junior Woman's Club. We belonged to the same church, loved crafts and cooking, and we held the same values. I remember long talks on the phone when I would stretch the phone's cord to the max as I checked on my girls. I imagined your mom doing the same thing -- there was no smart phone or computer -- the kitchen wall phone was the thing. I remember our stitching gatherings with some of the other ladies in town. Your mom and I loved counted cross-stitch. We shopped for new kits and patterns with strollers in tow. I remember how we helped each other because we both lived so far from family. We didn't have a mom or a sister to take the kids, so we did that for each other. I remember we spent a Christmas together one year for that reason. I remember you and Alexandra so well. Your adorable little faces are engraved in my mind. I remember how you were little but Robin was littler and you played with her and protected her at Stanclift Cove. Mostly, I remember the day you pulled out of driveway for the last time, and how I cried because I knew I would never have your mom close by again. I'll always miss her, but I'm grateful to have the memories and a piece of her through you and your family. Thank you for giving me a place to remember . . .