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Ingrid, another buddy is headed to you. Your sweet Mojo has passed away. He was the perfect poster boy for the animal adoption agency he came from in the Bay Area--and he was, in fact, their poster boy. Now he's back with you, Ingrid, and with Iggy Bob. I hope you are celebrating your time together again, pal.
Happy birthday, Ingrid. You would have been 57 this year, and I probably would have asked you how it felt to be 75. I'd have reminded you that you'd always be older than I. Little did I know, pal.
It's hard to imagine you at 57, though to be honest, you didn't seem to get all that much older each year. Perhaps we see those we love through the lens of the youth we shared with them. Or perhaps you were just eternally cool, youthful, and oh-so-fabulous. Yeah, I think that was it. Even when you were being extremely uncool, you made it look cool. I always knew that if you liked something, the cool people would have to be working hard to catch up to you.
I miss you, old friend. Stay cool.
Happy 39th Our Gay Day, Ingrid! It's my favorite anniversary celebration, thanks to you. Our own personal Coming Out Day.
The years are adding up, but it's still hard to believe how many it's been. And it's even harder to believe how lucky I was that I met you at exactly the right time, in exactly the right place, in exactly the right way. As though we could see each other from miles away. And though I wasn't particularly happy about moving to small-town Idaho, I got a whole lot happier about it when I met you. Such luck, such luck.
I'm off to be extremely gay somewhere, though what that means for a 54-year-old woman isn't clear. Probably wear something pink and be fabulous. Not as fabulous as you were without even trying, Ingrid, but I'll do my best in your honor.
Hi Ingrid, it's me again. Today is the eighth anniversary of your death, and I'm here remembering you, as I do most every day.
I walked around New York City today, thinking of you. Remember when we spent Thanksgiving break in 1979 in the city, eating gyros and cheesecake, and spotted Jodie Foster on the street? We were so wide-eyed about the big city, so happy to be exploring it together, so anxious to drink it all in. It was our first grown-up vacation together.
Things have changed a lot since that time, but what hasn't changed is how much I miss you, today and every day. I so wish you'd been with me today, seeing what I saw, from the crazy homeless guy whom I'm sure you would have talked to, to the lady with the scary fingernails who was on the subway, and everything in between.
Maybe I'll go have a gyro and some cheesecake in your honor, pal. Maybe I'll talk to a homeless guy and tell him you said hello.
I love you.
