She did the right thing. She exercised, not because she loved it, but because it was a right thing to do. She looked for good in others and the imperfections in them she would just let be. She didn't enjoy housework, but her home was clean and beautiful.
She hated crying, I think because she thought it made her look silly. I can still remember her starting to cry over something, she'd stop and work to regain control and then say "shoot" in a kind of wobbly way, and then she was fine again and finish what she was saying. She could laugh at things (not at people, just funny things), and it was a really great thing to hear! You'd have to laugh with her!
I remember sitting on the bed watching a home improvement show with her last February. We had fun talking a bit about things we'd dreamed about fixing at our homes. It was ok, just to sit and be quiet with Mary. She didn't demand anything of you. I already miss her very much.
Mary was my Mary Poppins sister..."practically perfect in every way"...and I would even say she was flawed just enough to keep from being irritatingly perfect, except that I can't remember any flaws (but somehow she still wasn't irritating)! :)
Love,
Cindy