I loved calling her my ""Gardening Angel"" because she was flitting down the sidewalk to her garden when she spied me crying at my parent&s apartment exterior door. She stopped, talked, listened and hugged me with all the warmth and love she had. We drew close and I always looked for her when we came to visit Dad. I live in a Chicago suburb.
In her honor I wrote a short play entitled ""The Gardening Angel"". She will always be my Gardening Angel...the one who I know will see to my weeding and watering. I will always hold her in my heart. I love you, Lola May.