Tuesday, January 27, 2015
To my dearest friend John, I hope you can hear me talking while I am sitting on a bench at the lake of Biel thinking of when we were feeding the ducks at the refuge in Palo Alto; I hope you can see me while I am cooking vegetables and talking to you I think of when we cultivated our crooked carrots at your house garden; I can feel you in the room as I look at myself in the mirror and realize my body is now old, knowing though for sure that to you it would still be so beautiful. I know you can feel my pain for loosing such a warm, good spirited friend with whom I could be entirely myself knowing that you would always accept me as I am without judgement. Even when we had some disagreements you knew how to make me see your point of view helping me find a middle ground. I had no idea I would miss you this much. I don't say goodbye because I know you will still be present in my life watching me from wherever you are.
Gabriela Simpson, work colleague, ex girlfriend, for ever friend.
