Ruth Grebenau
I remember when Mark and I were considering whether to come to West Orange to live. We did not know Midge and David then; Midge was the friend of a good friend, Lesley. I remember Midge and David, with their young children and ours playing in the background, welcoming us to West Orange. I remember the comfort, ease, openness, and friendship. I felt perfectly at home.
I remember not long after we moved to West Orange, David and Midge giving Mark and me a ride to and from Lesley’s funeral. It was raining—the sky was crying tears—one or more of us articulated that. It was a great comfort to go with them. I take comfort now that Midge is together with Lesley.
I remember Midge always being so friendly and welcoming and open, no matter how long it had been since last contact—as if we just saw her yesterday, and as if each person she was with was her best friend.
I remember when Mark and I were considering whether to come to West Orange to live. We did not know Midge and David then; Midge was the friend of a good friend, Lesley. I remember Midge and David, with their young children and ours playing in the background, welcoming us to West Orange. I remember the comfort, ease, openness, and friendship. I felt perfectly at home.
I remember not long after we moved to West Orange, David and Midge giving Mark and me a ride to and from Lesley’s funeral. It was raining—the sky was crying tears—one or more of us articulated that. It was a great comfort to go with them. I take comfort now that Midge is together with Lesley.
I remember Midge always being so friendly and welcoming and open, no matter how long it had been since last contact—as if we just saw her yesterday, and as if each person she was with was her best friend.