Saturday morning we lost a very dear friend. She became part of our family when my dad began working at the lab 25 + years ago, and a man named Floyd, also working at the lab, took him under his wing and soon introduced my dad to Floyd's wife, Peaches. It took no time at all for the couple to consider my dad their son, and when my dad met my mom, they were two of the very first people he introduced her to. Of course, they flipped over my mom as well. Peaches made my parents' wedding cake, and many years later taught my mom how to decorate cakes, a business my mom is now doing very well in. Once my brother, sister and I were in the family, we were immediately considered their grandchildren. They took us boating and camping. When I was about 5 or 6 years old, Floyd fell off a roof and was paralyzed in his legs, and died shortly after in the hospital. Peaches moved back to California, and each time we traveled there, we would stay in her cozy house. Eventually she moved back to Colorado to be with her daughters and son. The past couple years she had been ailing. A week and a half ago she had open-heart surgery, and the typical procedure after having this type of surgery, the surgeons need to jump-start the heart. This wasn't necessary in Peaches' case...her heart started back on its own.
In the middle of last week, she developed an infection from the surgery and died very early Saturday morning.
She always told us she loved us. She always wore bright colors and wore pink lipstick.
We'll miss you Peaches, but we know you're in a better place.
Peaches Patsy Hughes
Spetember 6, 1924-September 5, 2009
1 comment:
Oh wow, I am sorry to hear about that. What a sweet lady she was. I'm glad that you were fortunate enough to have her in your life. Rest in peace, Peaches.
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