August 22, 2021
August 22, 2021
I knew Michelle 30 years ago, when she lived east of the airport. I remember pulling some furniture out of the dumpster behind her apartment, that I held onto for ... geez ... probably 20 years. And her pet ball pythons. (I had forgot about the wolf society, but remember now.) Erica, when she was little and had the bad ear problems. Dani, and my son, making a "comic". (I forget who did the script and who the drawings.) I just found out about this today, and though Michelle and I had lost touch, that does not diminish the pain of her loss. It hurts. I bawled like a baby. God bless you all, I hope you are doing well.