It seems very hard to believe, but had she lived, Holly would have been 66 years old today. Yet I will always remember her as a 44-year-old.
Maybe you get tired of my always observing her birthday, but it’s my blog and—to quote the Leslie Gore song—”It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.”
Last week, my housekeeper Karen marveled that the table was at long last cleaned off and covered with a table cloth. “Gee, you’ve even set the table with placemats,” she said.
“Yeah,” I answered, “that is something Holly would have done.” In fact, they’re her placemats.
In so many ways, I am forever changed. I’m living for two now.
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