Tuesday, January 8, 2019
The Flemming girls, as my Dad would lovingly refer to them, Doe, Gwen, Florence and my parents Kae
( Power) and Butch Boucher were fast friends. Every fall on their pilgrimage to Halifax, Mum and Dad visited the Flemmings. The had diner, they talked and talked and Butch always made them laugh. Especially Gwen, she always laughed at Dad’s silly jokes.With Eileen, long ago taken to heaven, they are all in God’s house now. He has prepared a room for them, and they are together doing what they did best on earth-being friends.
As children we learned that valuable lesson, and it continues with my friend David Bruce Flemming. We too can talk. David et al. my condolences and love. Cathy-Power-Boucher-Enright
