I listen to Ode to Joy all the time now, Ingrid, just because it reminds me of you. I remember how you hated your middle name, and I've come to love it.
Joy.
Yeah, that was you, pal.
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It's always bittersweet this time of year, Ingrid. Our editing marathons and you with your jolt, candy and coffee. I saw your buddies at the Dyke March and they yelled "For Ingrid" into the camera. Not enough, sweet friend - never enough. I carry you always, your wisdom, your laughter and all you brought to this world. I carry it always and I miss you always. A Prince of a gal - that's what you are to me. xo Margo
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