Gypsy

After your tragic passing, little sweetheart, your best friend, Danya, and I spent several days together, first going up to Calistoga (where each of us had been with you) and then back to Danya's loft in Oakland. One night, she cleared everything away from a wall and began painting your name on it while Fleetwood Mac's "Gypsy" played in the background. I think of you whenever I hear that song and I was out just now and heard it while at D'Agostino's. I remembered both that I had this video and that Danya's B'day is tomorrow. I never hear from her anymore. Grief does strange things to people. But I know she will be thinking of you, as I always am myself. With love forever...