Jean Brown
Myrtle was my mother's BFF for many years. They spoke on the phone at least once a day until my mother passed away in January of 2015. Myrtle shared our love of cats - she adored her "Little Bit" and I know that little kitty will miss her very much. She particularly loved one of my Manx, Cora, and always asked me about her whenever I saw her. Myrtle collected antiques, and her home was filled with beauty and grace from bygone days. She sometimes went to a Tuesday morning breakfast fellowship group from the church, as did my mother, and they liked to sit together and "catch up" even though because they were always talking on the phone, they seldom fell behind.
They particularly made it a point to call each other on their birthdays - Myrtle was 4 months older than my mother, and Mama would always call her and start the conversation with "Hello, Old Woman!" Myrtle didn't let Mama get away with that, though, and on the morning of my mother's birthdays, the return call generally included an old-age joke back at Mama.
Myrtle used to love to garden, though she had not been able to do so very much of it in recent years. She promised to root me a cutting off her beautiful gardenia bush "one day" but never got around to it. She could be feisty, too, so if she is reading this, I know she will say "Well, Jean, you should have come over and ASKED me!."
I shall miss Myrtle, and her loving ways, her humor, and her sweet smile.