And I did.  We bonded--our family with theirs--and remaind friends even as they moved from one place to another.  We got together for many shared dinners.  Lois always brought tons of food, the Italian in her, I used to tease.  Lois was always up for spontaneous fun and rarey let on that she was in pain from severe arthritis.  She didn't let anything stop her from having fun, including their family joining ours in Cape Cod for vacation one summer.

My story will show you that Lois knew how to be a friend.  When a dear family member of mine had to be hospitalized for a few weeks for something very unpleasant, it caused a lot of stress to my family.  On the day we picked him up from the hospital to return home, which was in early December, I was a bit anxious.  When we arrived home that day, the inside of our house had been decorated for Christmas by Lois and her "elves", there was a turkey dinner in our oven and the table was set.  This act of love meant more to me than she could have ever known.  This is the kind of example she was to her children.

Lois was a behind-the-scenes person, always doing good, but never seeking any glory.

Thank you, Lois, for touching my life.