The mother of my good friend Tim passed away last week. I went back home for the funeral service this past weekend. Tim’s mother Karen lost her second battle with cancer at the age of 65.
As I would have expected, there was a really big turnout at the church. It made me think of a book I had recently read called The Tipping Point, where the author describes different types of personalities, including this one:
“Sprinkled among every walk of life are a handful of people with a truly extraordinary knack of making friends and acquaintances. They are Connectors.”
Karen was a Connector. At the service, I saw many friends that I haven’t seen in a long time, I saw several of my elementary school teachers, and other people I’ve known over the years that were there because of knowing her. They knew her from when she worked in the school system, or from her church, or from the handbell choir, or from her coffee group, or from visiting the McDonald’s where Tim and I worked, or from traveling,… the list goes on.
Tim’s parents and my parents met when we both started Kindergarten, so I’ve known her and her husband Jack since I was 5 years old. When I started wrestling, Karen and Jack were very supportive. I remember them driving down to Hayward, WI to see me wrestle Robbie Thunder at the LCO Casino. She seemed to get a kick out of being there and I’m sure was cheering for me during the match.
One of the memories that popped into my head was a running joke that had started around the time that Tim and I were finishing high school or just starting college. I was over at his parent’s house and I somehow ended up eating a Milk Bone dog treat. I don’t remember if it was just to see what it tasted like, or if I was dared to. After that, whenever I would go over there, even years later, she would say something like, “Can I get you anything? Do you want a Coke? Or a Milk Bone?”
She will be missed.
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Thanks. She was a special lady.