Marcia Foster
I miss you, Baba, and love you with all of my heart. You were like a grandmother to Susie and I for 65 years. All of these years, I have continued to call you Baba because, when I was a baby, I couldn't pronounce "Beulah". "Baba" was all the I could manage. You were always there, especially in the fifth grade when I got very sick at school. The school nurse called our home, and you were the only one home (Mom and Dad were working at the store during the Christmas holidays). So you stopped what you were doing, and came to school to pick me up. You took me home and put me to bed, checking on me frequently. By late afternoon, I was worse, so you called Mom. Both she and Dad rushed home and called Dr. Glen, who said to meet him in the ER at the hospital. He removed my appendix right before it ruptured. Rest in peace, Baba; you've earned a rest.