My friend Rucy would have been 75 years old this month. Three years ago on the 17th of May we met at Java Bean on 24th Northwest. Rucy was a writing partner, a landscape gardener, an artist, a grandmother, a friend and a 27-year breast cancer survivor. Each year on the anniversary of being declared cancer free she brought chocolate truffles to share with our larger writing group.
Rucy lived on Mercer Island but would come to Ballard for Pilates and shop afterwards at our Bartell's. She was planning to go bra shopping at Mary Katherine's, the long-time lingerie store; they had an excellent selection of lingerie for woman after mastectomies. But before she could acquire new lingerie, she acquired a new diagnosis. The persistent cough was lung cancer, dating back many undetected years.
The "No Parking Between 3-8 p.m." signs for the Syttende Mai Parade were already in place along 24th when we took the window table at Java Bean. Rucy had brought her own cushion to tie to the seat of a chair. She had always been very small but her illness was rendering her smaller, and it hurt to sit on her bones.