I just now (10:30 a.m. on July 13) received a sad message from my husband. Lynn Maples passed away. I immediately thought of the sound of Lynn laughing, or maybe it was more like a happy giggle.
You know how when you meet a kindred spirit, something just clicks. That’s how it was with Lynn and I. If I ever attempted to walk by the museum without “checking in”, she’d fly out the door, smiling that smile, and beckon me in to just sit and chat.
We shared a lot of our thoughts, beliefs and experiences during those visits. She loved to talk about the daycare she used to operate in St. Louis, and I loved to hear about it. Never one to blow her own horn, she did confide in me some of the great acts of kindness (my words, not hers) she and Bill did together while living up north. I also loved hearing about those as well. Let’s just put it in a nutshell and say they both possess huge hearts, especially for those less fortunate.
She was a good friend to me and one of the unexpected blessings of meeting new folks in a new hometown. I never left the museum, or any other place I ran into Lynn, without feeling uplifted.
Fly high, my friend, fly high!