Eight Years On

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.