Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Birth and death comes every spring

Magnolia blossoms...

Weeping cherry trees...

And daffodils, a flower I didn't pay much attention to until 1979, when my best friend died in the spring, on April 7. They were her favorite flower, and the service had daffodils everywhere, as I recall it, anyway.

The funeral home, along with a mention of Tracey's death, is featured prominently in the book written by one of our classmates, Driving with Dead People. And I blogged more about that here.

Tracey introduced me to make-up, alcohol, and Clair de Lune. Clair de Lune stuck; the others, not so much.

I'm pretty sure we would still be having great adventures together if she were alive.

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