Tribute to a Girl Scout
My wife was a Girl Scout right up through graduation from High School in 1965. She loved the outdoors and Scouting, and after the kids were grown she and I spent many happy hours together hiking and canoeing.
I found her old Kutmaster Girl Scout knife a few years ago, complete with the lanyard she had made for it. My first thought was to clean it up and sharpen it, but she started to develop Alzheimer’s about that time and I forgot about the knife. The Alzheimer’s gradually got worse but I was able to keep caring for her at home. After she reached the point that I couldn’t leave her alone I took her with me everywhere I went, and if anything we actually became closer than ever. She had forgotten much of our earlier life together, but she never forgot me. I’ll be forever grateful for the time we had together.
She passed away earlier this month, just two weeks after our 57th wedding anniversary. I’m grateful she didn’t have to go through the terrible late stages of Alzheimer’s, but I miss her terribly. I find what I miss most of all is the little ordinary day-to-day things I did with her, like walks in the neighborhood and shopping at the grocery store.
I found her knife again the other day. Now I’m so glad I left it just the way it was when she was using it. It’s so much more now than just a knife. I’ll eventually pass it on to one of our children (or maybe one of our great-grandchildren.)
Hope this wasn’t too personal. Putting it into words seems to help somehow.