Here's what I just wrote: I visited with Mary whenever I was at the nursing home to see my friend, Faye, Mary's roommate. As a lot of folks know, Mary walked. She walked up and down the hallways, rarely sitting down, just walked walked walked all over the place. One day a couple of years ago, in the hallway on one of her walks, she showed me a magazine she'd picked up, an issue of Woman's Day, and pointed to a page of four pull-out recipe cards. She didn't say anything, another of her dear traits. I smiled, nodded and made some comment about the cards. She walked away. But later we met up again, and she handed me the four cards. Each one had a jagged edge where she'd torn them apart: "Olive, garlic & parmesan mashed potatoes," "Alfredo-topped baked potatoes," " Buffalo potato skins," and "Mashed potato pancakes with frizzled onion." I smiled, accepted them and gave Mary a BIG hug. I was so touched. She'd done that for ME. Now and then, I go through my pile of recipe clippings etc and clear some out. A few months ago, I did that and found the four potato recipe cards. Truthfully, I've yet to try them out, and I considered putting them in the recycle pile along with the other rejects. Then I thought of Mary, smiled, and tucked them back with my other keepers. They're special, whether I ever use them or not, because they tie me to that day when Mary in her way said, "I love you."