Kip's Wife

Miss Annette was the sweetest southern lady you would have ever met in your life.

She passed April 9th, just two days before I got home from Europe. Kip was ok with it, except he kept complaining about all of his family being around.

I was sitting at the bar April 12th, the night of her wake. I had just asked the bartender "What time is Miss Annette's wake?" She said "Six to eight." The current time I was 7:45. She didn't have the words out of her mouth, and I turned to see Kip enter the bar. Knowing good and damn well the wake wasn't over, and he'd just left, I sat there in my seat, and he sat in his. I asked God to give me the right words, because I didn't really have any. It was the first time I'd see him in almost a month.

I gave him a big hug, and asked him what he was doing here. He said "Well, I got there, and she didn't want a wake. Then all these women come up blubbering and crying, and she didn't want that. So I asked the woman at the place to bring me home. She did. I checked my sugar. And HERE I AM!"

Kip had said his peace before she went in to her coma. He is doing well. He has his nights, but we are all here for him, and love him to pieces.

The last thing she said to me, January 19th was "Lisa, thank you for being such a good friend to Kip. Please keep doing that. He is going to need you." She was such a beautiful woman.

Rest in peace Miss Annette.