The Last Thing

My friend of twenty years, Shirley Lake, died Sunday night of complications stemming from pneumonia and emphysema. We were leaving comments on one another's blog pages just two weeks ago. Last week she was admitted into the hospital, couldn't breathe on her own and remained unconscious until her death.

These pages we make, these journals we leave behind, these pictures we post -- they won't be thrown away but will live on in cyberspace. Our shrines.

Ever since my brain surgery what's embedded in my mind is that the last thing we say might be the last thing we say.

So I just wanted to remind you all of that.