One of the Good Ones

Our friend Sherry e-mailed us yesterday. She's getting married next spring! It was, of course, very nice to hear from her. But even more so, it was nice to get good news from someone who has had so much bad news.

Sherry was widowed before she turned 30. As it turns out, she has proven herself to be a deceptively strong person.

After her husband died, Sherry went through quite a rough patch (understandably). She didn't eat. She broke down. A lot. She turned her life around quickly, though.

Without question, she is one of those people who use their faith for strength. Given our difference in opinion on the subject, this led to a few late-night Long Island iced tea-fueled discussions of religion on our back patio. Civil discussions, of course. She is accepting of my heathen ways, albeit as baffled by my views as I am of hers. In a semi-sadistic way, I miss these discussions. Moreso, I miss having a friend right across the street. I miss hearing her bellering at her dog when the idiot animal took off running from the front door (I have considered asking the new owners of her house to periodically and randomly shout the name BESS!!! at the top of their lungs.)

She moved away from Casper a couple of years ago to start her own hair salon. Things have gone well for her, and apparently the man she will marry is the electrician who did the wiring in her salon. They will both be back in Casper this weekend for Veteran's Day, which will be nice. I hope it's smooth sailing for her from now on out. She deserves it.