On the CBS News tonight, there is a story about the use of bee stings for pain. It made me think of Cilé, my former neighbor and mentor whom I had not seen for 30 years, when she was the age I am now. My google search pulled up this photo of Cilé, pretty in pink.
So, why did bee sting therapy make me think of Cilé?
When I met Cilé, she was looking for a solution to the arthritis pain that made writing so difficult. It was the year of her trip to Boston for a then state-of-the-art procedure to replace arthritic finger joints. Cilé was so brave and optimistic, character traits that I came to know as central to her core values.
Finding this obit prompted a search for mementos from 1980's; I found a note from Cilé that I read tonight and I heard her voice. She was one class act, that Cilé. I only wish I'd looked for her a few years earlier.