Robin Hurston
I was thinking about Joann this morning. How with her and our little group of friends, we'd laugh and talk and have some wine, lament and dream. It wasn't so long ago in time but eons ago in pace of life, hope and plans. It became enough to sit by her side and feel the warmth of an outstanding friendship. I miss her and that period of our lives very much. Pretty sure she has an eye on us. And if I think about her, she knows.