Wilma Moore-Black
It’s tough times for everyone adjusting to new ways of living and new beginnings. Uncertainty surrounds us throughout the world. It’s so sad to watch the news and listen to how many people have died, are sick, facing death, destruction and so much loss linked to COVID-19.
Wearing the masks and gloves, sanitizing and social distancing present somewhat overwhelming challenges. Before the emergency stay-at-home orders, I entered my favorite doughnut shop and recalled the many times I got a free original doughnut off the back rack. Lots of adjusting — especially to long lines and the privilege to buy toilet tissue and paper products before the sign is posted: all sold out.
My heart remains heavy. On March 2, I had to bid farewell to a 92-year-old Army veteran who I had the privilege to be his caregiver and durable power of attorney.
Lawrence Roberts of Wichita
Mr. Lawrence Roberts was my neighbor in the 1700 hundred block of Poplar, and he knew me for all my 60+ years. His wife, Mrs. Margaret, taught me to make peanut brittle candy and chocolate chip-peanut butter cookies; the couple welcomed me just as I showed up into their home. I can still picture her pulling and stretching apart the hot, sticky peanut brittle.
I’m grateful and thankful for those childhood experiences in the neighborhood. A small, warm smile adorned Mr. Roberts’ face when my grandchildren Giovanna and Carrmine visited after church on Sundays, brightening the lives of many residents at Sedgwick Plaza. Their magical hugs will be treasured now, and they will keep hope alive praying, laughing and holding a conversation with whoever wants to talk on Facetime.
Farewell Mr. Roberts — RIP. I’ll see you once again in heaven.
