
I finally got out into the garden today. It was warm enough that I could even turn over the dirt, fold in compost, plant some homegrown seedlings that had been waiting for ages at a shot at getting outdoors. While I gardened, I did a lot of talking to my friend, Trish. This is noteworthy only because Trish has been dead for 17 years now. She passed away just before her 22nd birthday. A little over a year prior to that, she asked a friend and me to join her for some late night coffee at a nearby Jersey diner and there’s where she told us. Leukemia. She didn’t have long.
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