sunset from home
October 6, 2013
It's been all about sunsets for me lately. This day we went to the memorial of a friend who lived a good long time. With her failing health, it was time for her to go. The last I saw her I had stopped by to give her the news that another friend of ours had died. I have fond memories of her ambling over to our place early in the morning, hair sticking out everywhere and wrapped in a shawl that always slid off one shoulder. He would make coffee in his Pavoni, and I would make buttered toast. The three of us would sit at the small breakfast table in the morning sun and gossip about everyone we knew. Goodbye, Yo. Now, I'm starting to feel superstitious. I think I got that my from my grandmother. Things happen in threes?