To a woman with (in her own mind) butchered English; who communicated joy and love better than people with a lifetime of English.
To a woman who cared about strangers, friends, baseball and reaching out for no other reason than the sheer joy of making a new friend.
To a woman who was ageless
To a woman who was peerless
To a woman who was cherished
To a woman who was the consummate good sport fan; who cheered everyone's team while remaining fanatically loyal to her own
To the lover of peace
To the appreciator of conversation and a good cup of java
To the hater of conflict and enmity,
To a woman whose roots might have been post war era Germany, but whose people she counted as friends spanned the globe
To a woman who smiled though words; cheered through avs, loved through posts, and gave through her time and energy
And who, when God took her so she could cheer up heaven, still reaches down to us in her post history; as well as memories of her unquenchable spirit, her unflagging loyalty; her wonderful accented voice late night when we talked live, and her absolute youthful sense of humor; as well as the feelings, memories and kindnesses she left with all who came across her path.
A glass raised to you Trudy;
It was an honor to have known you for a friend. The world is a better place for having had you in it.