One of our coworkers, Jan, became ill and had to stay at home.  I would send her something in the mail every day:  usually a cartoon or joke.  It turns out that Cathy (who had retired) was spending every day at Jan's, caring for her until a relative would be able to come live with Jan.  One day I received a call from Cathy saying, "We didn't receive our joke in the mail today.  You know, it is a very important thing for Jan to receive that joke.  It really helps her."  The next day Cathy called, "We received two jokes today.  I guess it was the post office."  That is how I learned what Cathy was doing for Jan.

She was a wonderful friend.

(paraphrased from story told to Shara at Cathy's memorial)