Dick and I met Kim for the first time on the weekend of the Winter Gathering. While the yurt was warming up after our arrival we were warmly ushered into Kim's house where we sat and chatted for at least an hour along with Bruce and Jim while Kim put the finishing touches on some homemade eclairs she had made for the following evening's dessert. I immediately felt comfortable and content. She seemed frail and tired but determined to go about her chores as usual. Her face brightened with excitement and pride when her girls arrived home. We thought it best to leave at that point so as not to intrude. We also stopped by before we left at the end of the weekend to thank Kim for her generocity - she again greeted us warmly and insisted that we sign our names on one of the porch beams - a Back to Basics tradition, we were told. Our hearts go out to Kim's girls who will, I have every confidence, grow to be strong, compassionate reflections of their mother. Dick and I will think of her as we hike the Northville-Placid Trail this summer.
Joanne
Joanne
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