Karen Brock

Gigi and Ray

Gigi and Ray Dear Ray, You were my best helper. Of all the kids I’ve hired over the years, you were my favorite. You’re the one who always comes to visit me these last months at Columbine Shores, even now that I’m officially in hospice and a mess. You sneak me bacon burgers from the Naughty Onion and sit with me, knowing it’s okay not to say anything. You know that at 17 when most of the adults who show up do not. I will end my days thinking of your smile, that bright smile that made mine every time I saw it. They tell me I have a little bit of money left, even after I’ve paid off the credit card, and paid for my big life celebration party. You know I am completely alone in the world. No family left, no kids, so I want you to have the money. Enjoy it. Be smart. Remember me.