Fifel has been spotted here and there throughout the A-wing dorms. As of late, commissary bags under bunks have been chewed into. It seems Fifel lost his love of peanut butter and now has a taste for, of all things – flour tortillas.
Oh, and, yes. Fifel is a rat. A big one, at that!
He won’t visit my house anymore, either. Actually, Fifel wants nothing to do with me. Childhood trauma? Possibly. That could also explain his aversion to peanut butter…
Jesus said, “I am the vine.” Those of us who follow, He has called to be the branches that bear His fruit. There was a flower on that vine. A Rose. She blossomed with beauty and a self-giving love that fragranced the lives of everyone she blessed. I was blessed to know, to love and to be loved by her.
Rose Chovanec Warner returned to her spiritual home on the morning of August 23, 2018. She passed in her sleep while in the company of family and loved ones. She was my longest, truest and dearest friend. I pray to see her on that other shore.
IN LOVING MEMORY
Rose Chovanec Warner
December 28, 1962 – August 23, 2018