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| Mama and Phyllis in Mama's bedroom in New Orleans |
Dear Imaginary Friends,
After my mother had a stroke, Phyllis was her main caretaker. Phyllis listened to her complaints, fed and dressed her, helped her every which way. Except that Phyllis could not cook. Her idea of dinner was a drive up window.
Nonetheless, Phyllis had a heart of gold, and you can see just by looking at her, her warm benevolence. If there are human guardian angels running for office, I nominate Phyllis.
Hugs to Phyllis,
Patsie
