I never believe in death.
Why would one?
It is unbelievable.
I have been thinking of the couple upstairs
Maybe three or four times since I got back to my condo:
Must go up, have tea with Lynn and Don, take my little gift.
Thank them for watching over June,
(My only plant which came to me when my dear friend June died nine years ago.)
Lots to do after a month’s vacation.
I’ll pop up next week.
Now you tell me Lynn has died.
You must be mistaken.
We shared tea and enjoyed Don’s Meadow Lake anecdotes
Just before I headed south