Tuesday, October 6, 2020
I knew her as Justine. We had met in 1991. She pulled me into a conversation as if she had known me before, probably from somewhere along our paths in creation, or the moment thereof. She was radiant. Over the course of the next few years we saw each other and as I write this I drift in recollection of how disarming she had always been. She was a guide through a reality I had never truly known before. Distance came between us, but I would often whisper her name when the breeze prompted me, all with a hope that it would carry it to her ears, hoping too that she would know that I thought of her, and that I hoped that she was doing well, and that I missed her. We talked on the phone a few times just prior to her passing, the last call saying goodbye with I Love You to each other, those our last words. Thank you Justine for the wonderful memories. Thank you... Forever.
