Lucy has always been with us.
We watched her crazy antics, applauded her small triumphs and waited impatiently
for Baby Ricky to be born.
She taught us how to bake bread (her way), stomp grapes to make wine, and sell vitamins
on television.
We moved with her from a small apartment in New York City to a house in Connecticut.
We went with her on cruises and to Hollywood.
We aged but Lucy was always Lucy, constant, hopping from one television channel to another
but always there.
Dear Sweet Lucy ... Thank you for always being there. You are loved!
