Thursday, January 24, 2019
Evelyn and I would meet for coffee at Uncle Nancy's every time I was in Newton. Evelyn would always insist on buying my coffee and we would share a scone. We always sat in the window watching people come and go, filling each other in on what we had been up to over the past few months. She was the last connection to my parents in their generation, but I always thought of Evelyn more as a sister. I loved her and I miss her.