When Jean Thomson stopped at Trader Joe’s to pick up milk, spaghetti, and yams, it was no quick errand. In produce she’d joke with a friend from Cathedral Oaks Athletic Club; near the pasta she shared good news with a fellow school parent; at the dairy case she marveled at the sea temperature with an ocean-swimming pal.
She ran into friends at the farmers’ market, on beach walks, everywhere she went. Jean was everyone’s friend and, for many of us, a best friend.
And it’s no wonder. To see her around town, to walk dogs with her on the beach, was to feel spotlighted by the radiance of her cheerful enthusiasm. Her glow lit everyone and everything.