When I met her earlier this year, Stephanie Smith was in not-so-good shape. She had end-stage renal failure, congestive heart failure, lung cancer and she recently lost one eye and had a cataract in the other.
She was on disability, after having spent a career as a bookkeeper and auditor for different Roanoke banks and companies.
But she’s wasn’t complaining about her health. Her symbolic angst was focused on the fact that she couldn’t find liver cheese, her favorite cold cut. You can read that column here.
She vowed that if she lost her eyesight in her good eye, she’d hire someone to read my column to her. Wow.
She died last week, and services for her were Wednesday.
Rest in peace, Stephanie.