Oh Sharon. I looked for a photo of you, of us today.
While I didn't find a photo, my mind's eye holds memories more than sight. Being with you was always filled with laughter and joy, kindness, compassion, connection of souls, excellent food and some of the best wine I have ever had.
Times at your house with Harry and Red before cell phones and before I carried a camera. I have no photos of that. Your smile always lit a room.
I remember driving to the beach in my yellow VW convertible with the top down, radio blaring and agreeing we'd never take photos of each other in bathing suits or with convertible hair. So... there are no photos of those times.
We didn't take photos at work, no time, no camera phones, hardly seemed important. But I remember going to many a lunch and even when I began to develop something that caused me to cry through most of the lunch, you'd still go to lunch with me.... even with everyone looking at you like you were the cause. You never were. When I found it was a migraine variant, you said you should have known. But, even not knowing, you were so very kind, compassionate and always steadfastly there for me. I hope I was there for you.
No photos of you bringing me a huge boss bottle of soda when I was too sick to even get off the sofa.
No photos of you when we stayed in Duck with Justin, Shelly and Tucker. Dan says Tucker would sit with Justin, protect him and make sure someone was on it if he made any sound.
No photos of our messages on Facebook, or telephone conversations, but I remember how glad my heart was at any connection. I will miss you, my friend. Your grace, humor and beauty not just physical, but so ingrained in everything you said and did will not just be a deficit in my life, but in the world's vibe. I loved you, I love you still. I hope to meet again one day; I will not need a photograph to recognize you. <3 My condolences go especially to Justin, but also to all who knew you.