“Wherever you are in life, whatever stage you’re at, you think it will always be like that. But the truth is that within one lifetime you have many lives.”
When I was a little girl, we were in church and I tugged on her sleeve to ask her something and she looked at me with something akin to rage at me interrupting her and said, ‘Honey! I’m talking to God!!!’
“Even if you get married, always make sure you keep your own things in your name.”
“I’ve always been lucky in parking and love.”
To her husband, when deciding where to move after retirement: “Bob, I’ll live in a tent, I just want an ocean view.” She got an unobstructable ocean view in San Clemente, where she spent 31 years.
“What’s wrong with a little peace and quiet?” I think this was in response to asking why she never played the car radio.
When I asked her how on earth she could drive in the pitch dark of night, with an infant in the car, from LA to the Bay Area to see her husband due to ship out the next day in WWII: “When you’re so focused on something, you’ve just got to get there, you just don’t think about all the stuff that can happen.”
When I asked her how she reconciled her Catholic faith with being pro-choice: “I believe this Church was created by Jesus Christ, and that’s good enough for me. All the priests and so on are just men interfering in other people’s lives.”
When my Grandpa Bob, her second husband, proposed to her: “I don’t ever want to go camping again.” And she never did.
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