I came home on a flight from the west coast late Tuesday evening
and found a phone message telling me that my friend, Judy, had died.
We had gone to school together from Junior High through college.
She was a bridesmaid in my wedding.
I have had a picture of Judy and me on my desk for several years.
(Or is the correct grammar: "Judy and I"?
Judy would have known.
Judy would have known.
I always had trouble with those terms!)
The picture on my desk was taken in our Journalism class at Roosevelt High School.
I have looked at it often and smiled as I recalled our enthusiasm and dedication.
Judy was a friend and encourager.
In fact, as I remember her words and her smile, she remains that still.
But this is hard.
I miss you, Judy.
