Wednesday, October 14, 2020
One of my fondest memories, well, to be honest it was a few, was walking through the door, on one of those late nights with Cheryl, and Cheetah, as I will always lovingly remember her as, was still up. Of course donning her leopard pj's with Patsy Cline's "Crazy" in the background. She would always always ask if we were hungry and would begin reheating food that was being pulled out of the fridge. Of course as she was reheating our late night snack there would be a drink in one hand which would switch with the cigarette in the ashtray. She always made me feel...loved. I will miss you Cheetah.
