As near as I can figure, Kate and Bob were the first people I met 55 years ago when we moved from
to the Montana suburb of Seattle . They had a corner grocery store one block from our new house…an old fashioned corner store just like the one my parents had owned in Kirkland . They had a son a little older than I and a daughter my brother’s age and their family has danced in and out of my life ever since then. Great Falls
My mother worked part time at their store for a while. I went to school with the kids. When their son married a girl from
we discovered her grandmother lived a block from our store at the reception in Kirkland. After I was married and in a home of my own, my closest neighbors and good friends turned out to be great friends of this couple. As we had children, they played softball together. When the son married for the second time, my daughter sang at his wedding. Great Falls
When Kate and Bob left the store they moved to my block and for many years I watched Kate take her afternoon constitutional down our street…and I watched Bob come up everyday to pick up the newspaper he shared with another neighbor. If I was out working in the yard, they would stop and chat. Kate was a hoot and Bob was an old smoothie.
Today I went to a memorial for Kate and Bob. In death, as in life, they did it together. At the ripe old age of 96 they passed away within 14 hours of each other.
Rest in Peace, Kate and Bob.