Debbie Bickings' mother died last night at 9:45. She was Joan Siemers, the widow of Harry Siemers, of Cape Girardeau. Debbie started coming to my house, twice a week, and doing my hair when she was in beauty school. She and my secretary, Bev Hickam, were the best of friends. We have gone through all kinds of things together and discussed it before my bedroom window. When my brother, Jim, died and someone presented with a flag, it was her son, Justin. They are all family to me and I am to them.
I am sad for them all. It doesn't matter that Joan was 88 or that she was a pain to them and to everyone around often. It is a terrible loss to Debbie. She can stand proudly behind the casket; she did what she needed to do.
And we will talk before the mirror. It is what we do best!
With me, Debbie, and Bev. Doing what we do best. Laughing.
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