Harry and Haddy Welch were an amazing couple. He was like a beautiful kite whirling up to the clouds. She was at the other end of the string. Gently grounding him. She was a quiet dutiful and somewhat obedient wife.
People used to say that if Harry died first Haddy would soon follow because she couldn't function without him. I never believed that. I knew it was the other way around. But I was totally unprepared for what happened. When Harry died in 2011 she blossomed. How can a person who is 92 and has serious dementia blossom? I don't know but she did.
She became an artist. Her work was bright and cheerful. Some of the prized pieces were auctioned off.
I don't usually like it when someone dies and we hear mostly about the last few quiet years of their lives - but this time it was different.
Haddy made a name for herself.
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