An Ode to Mary Bata

So I saw miss Mary Bata for possibly the last time this past Tuesday.  Some of the Lint girls and I got together for a knit night and chat-fest.  I'm so bad at saying what I want to say when the timing is appropriate.  I guess I just didn't want to seem like a blubbering idiot.  So, instead I'll tell all of you.  In the form of a letter to Mary.

Dear Mary,

You are wise beyond your years.  And often beyond mine.  What a pleasure it has been to be your employer, your friend.  I know you're leaving some well-made friends behind and you venture on to the next thing.  Please know that I will always be here for you.  And I mean that with all my heart.  You, my dear, will never be rid of me.  You see, I'm the kind of gal that keeps my friends for life.  So, whether you like it or not, whether we speak, email or other wise communicate, or not, I will ALWAYS be here for you.  

I wish you would be here to hold my second baby while it sleeps.  For hours if necessary.  You make the best cradle I've ever seen.  And your gifts of knitting and love will forever grace our household and will also forever remind us of you.  

Thank you my dear Mary.  There is no one even remotely like you.  And I feel blessed and lucky to have known, and to know you.  I will eat many Chocolate Fudge Brownie Sundaes and Raspberry Fools and think of you.  And probably get a little too fat.  (It's for the baby.)  

Be well, love, and always know that you were part of something really special.  A high point of my life for sure.  

All my love and gratitude,

Millie