I call them "angel messages"; that quiet voice that tells me to reach out to someone. I didn't know that Peggy had been sick, but I was thinking of her a lot, and wrote her a letter just a few weeks ago. Then, just this morning, an angel message came through and it was then I discovered that she had died. My memories of her are mostly from my adolescence. I spent many Sundays at the Bradshaw's. We'd go to church, then afterwards, Peggy always prepared a delicious meal. There was much laughter in their home, and they made me feel welcomed. I also remember how she'd make homemade pizza that, to this day, I've never been able to replicate.( I also remember feeling amazed that Dale preferred a fried balogna sandwich to her pizza! )
Years went by and we lost touch until one day when Peggy and Mr. Bradshaw were at the oncologist's office, my childhood friend who worked there, gave them my address. We reconnected, but sadly I didn't get a chance to see Mr. Bradshaw before he died. I did, however, was able to meet Peggy and Beth in Pigeon Forge, when I lived in East TN. Later, I would visit Peggy at her home in Lebanon, TN. Peggy was strong-willed and had a way of making those around her, take notice. She told it like it was! She had a twinkle in her eyes that shone like a smile. I'm glad I was able to thank her for being so kind to me during my teen years. The last time I saw her was in 2007, and the last time I heard from her, was five years ago, just before my husband and I moved to Bermuda. I feel sadness that I won't be able to visit with her once more in this lifetime, but I have no doubt I will see her again.