Those are gone
My brother and I were corresponding about an old friend of ours who passed. She died in a car accident when her life was exactly how she wanted it – she was with an old lover but happy this time, she had just been shopping and she was headed home. I remember the first time I met her I was dazzled by her – she was a bookie and she had slightly bucked teeth and incredibly large eyes and a wavy mane of hair. Her entire house was covered with plants. And there were always interesting people dropping by.
Oh my dear friend, I think of you often.