The woman whom I visited last summer - and in whom I saw a thrill that must go on - has died. Another person that was part of my childhood has gone to where it came from. I can imagine now how one day, perhaps sooner than I think, I’ll want to re-join it myself.
PS Her health deteriorated soon after I last saw her. While I was busy forgetting my old friends and clowning to impress new ones, she was diagnosed with cancer and slowly expired over the following few months. I’ll do my best to extend a fraction of her thrill, but how much determination, strength and time do I have? Will they be enough to sustain just the memory of that thrill, not to mention rebuild it? The truth is I only felt then that it must go on - somehow. (Please).
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