The Friday after the memorial service, my Friday "church" friends had all met at an outdoor restaurant and had quite a fine evening enjoying the food, wine, and ambience of the sidewalk cafe. I had not had time to obtain cash for the event, and I did not want to try to use my credit card, so I had to scurry off to a bank machine to withdraw some cash to pay my bill.

On the way back, I glanced through the window of another restaurant and saw a wispy-haired woman with her back to the window. Her wispy hair made me think of Sandy, and once again the injustice of Sandy not being here to enjoy this beautiful evening hit me. I felt kind of angry. I felt that Sandy had every right be be here on this night with the rest of us, enjoying what life had to offer. The affection and laughter of friends and the fun, warmth, and bustle of life.

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