Saying "goodbye" to a dear friend...

Last week, I got word from a friend that my classmate from elementary, all the way up to high school has passed away. I almost feel ashamed to not have kept in touch with her all these years, but someone told me that if I were to have run into her on the streets of San Francisco, she would have opened up her arms and give me the biggest hug ever, no matter how many years we'd lost in between. Alma, I know that I'll run into you again. When I do, I hope you still have your dreads and those huge boots still intact!