Judy
Kavanagh
Before I
met Judy, I never knew anybody who could make Jiggs dinner while spittin’
Obie Trice lyrics.
Judy is one
of the kindest, most sincere people I know. She
has such a big heart and she’s constantly putting
others before herself.
She is a wine enthusiast, a Dr. Phil fan (my
kind’a woman!), and a Bon Jovi devotee.
Every time
Christopher and I fly home for a visit, Judy has a freshly-made bed and a freshly-stocked fridge
waiting for us. She makes the best goulash, mac and cheese, and Shake’N Bake
wings in the entire world. No, really – she does.
Judy always makes time for family – every Sunday she’s at her mother’s doing her hair,
and she makes sure she meets with her
sisters every couple of weeks to have a glass of wine and a few laughs.
Judy’s
treated me like a daughter for a while now
and I’ve always looked up to her like a second mother
(or third, I guess!). I have so
much love for her and I’m so grateful that
she’s a part of my life.
Only
another two and a half months and we’ll be home with
ya, Jude. We can share a bottle of wine and I’ll
fill you in on the crazy hijinks I’ve gotten myself into since the last time I’ve
been home.
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late 14c., "death," from Middle French obit or directly from Latin obitus "death," noun use of past participle of obire "to die," literally "to go toward" (see obituary). In modern usage (since 1874) it is usually a clipped form of obituary, though it had the same meaning of "published death notice" 15c.-17c.
plural vitae, Latin, literally "life," from PIE root *gwei- "to live."
While recently watching Rex Murphy’s tribute to my late father, I was saddened that my father wasn’t able to hear Murphy’s wonderful words. I’ve decided to write pieces that are dedicated to telling the people in my life how great I think they are. I call them “Vituaries.”
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