My daughter, Lindsay, was a sweet blond-haired, blue-eyed child with a quick wit and wonderful sense of humor.
She loved to draw and was a talented artist. She even tried her hand at writing and taught herself how to play the bass guitar.
Her love for cooking stayed with her throughout her life and she had a long career in the food industry, working as a dishwasher, pastry chef, line cook and chef for well-established restaurants, bars and grills and cafes throughout Springfield.
As a mom, I was proud of my daughter for many things. But I was most proud of Lindsay’s willingness to lend a helping hand to anyone who needed it. Although I worried that some would take advantage of her generosity and compassion, Lindsay never faltered in her efforts to help those down on their luck.
As the holidays approach, I know they will be bittersweet this year without my beloved daughter’s physical presence. We had spent every Christmas together since her birth. But this year all we will have are our memories of past celebrations with her and to feel thankful for the time we had Lindsay with us, if even for a little while.
Submitted by her mother, by Valerie Hedgepath