I am sad

Today I learned of the death of one of my dearest friends. Her name is Margrit, a sassy German that was in her 9th decade of living and consistently gifted me with acceptance and encouragement the eleven years I knew her. Margrit and I were always real about such things as her inevitable death. I am sad that I will never ride the train from Windsor to Toronto with her, or share another literary find, or sip tea in the parlor that smelled of old books and simpler times. I did once swim in the ocean with her and I took her convertible for a joy ride. These and many other memories will decorate my existence from now on. I don't believe in luck but all I can say is I was a lucky son of a bitch to have known her.