This new moon evening, I look up at the stars, glimmering, twinkling--
and I see your eyes, Muriel, penetrating while delicate, fierce while tender, with the light of truth shimmering within them. And a gentle sparkle of irony.
I will have you with me always, the image of you in your red scooter, driving yourself down Market Street with your high-flung flag waving in the wind, as you tool yourself back home, speaking to me of courage and fearlessness, amidst life's ever-shifting ways.
The turbulence of your life you transformed into generosity and expanded spirit. You touched all of us with your loving, encouraging presence. You always extended an attentive ear.
You have made a deep imprint in my soul and I am ever grateful for your contact, in this lifetime.
May you be restful.