Monday, October 26, 2020
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I'll miss her voice at the cash register. She calmly accepted the hug I gave her the day I wore my a giant polar bear suit into the store., no clue as to who I was until I spoke. In her 'office' we visited, I read her excerpts from some books--the last one Michele Obama's autobiography, which led to conversations about these times-- how people are around one another, her upbringing, funny stories from her childhood (and mine), road trips, dating, even our hairstyles (both good and bad ones). She was a girlfriend, so easy both to talk to and to joke with, and even in her last days when I visited her, she managed to say something playful and we both laughed, her warm hand reaching for mine. I'd like to have known her for a long time.
