Looking Away

Today is the second anniversary of Ingrid's death. I remember her as though she were here with me right now.

Remember that funny look she'd use when she was simultaneously confused and incredulous? A little bug-eyed, with her mouth turned in a squiggle? I'm not very good at describing it, but if you knew her, you'll know what I mean.

Well, that's the look I see on her face right now. The look I think of as "classic Ingrid," the look I'd never seen on anyone else's face and still never have.

I miss your funny looks, Ingrid. I miss you. I still want you back. I always will.

Rest well.