Irene De Nava
My dear friend Janice, I met her when I moved to San Bernardino. Janice and Peggy were cleaning their yard and I said to myself I remember a dream I had that I would move next to two ladies. Those two ladies became my sisters, we would sit at their kitchen table and they would tell me stories of their adventures, we would laugh. They loved my family as we loved them. I would cook for them and they raved about my cooking. I loved sending them dinner. One day I was knocking on the door and I could hear Janice playing the piano and singing, I was laughing cause I was knocking and knocking and she just kept playing and singing, so I went home. Her bedroom was really close to mine and I heard her snoring, I just said goodnight Janice. When I told her we just laughed. I remember she fell in the kitchen nobody was around, my son climbed into the window and called 911. We loved Janice and she loved us. She was the one who prayed for me b/c I was going through some rough times, she took me to church and brought Jesus back into my life. When Janice was in a convalescent home in San Bernardino I use to take her fruit and some goodies. The last time I saw Janice was at her sisters home and they made tacos for dinner and asked me to stay. I will always remember my sister Janice. She was very sweet and kind. She always had a smile on her face and a story to tell or speak of Jesus. She gave me my first bible and a statue of David that I will treasure forever. I'm just sorry I didn't keep in touch when she moved. I love and miss you my friend, your friend and sister irene
