Aaron just found this photo from earlier this year in the apartment of our late friend, Norma Holt. That’s Dusty, peeking out down the long corridor. Most days, I manage not to think of her too much. And then you catch an image like this and you remember. Both Norma and Dusty are gone. But their spirit remains.
Our love is dead
but the dead don’t go away
They made us what we are
they’re with us every day
The Dish 