About a month ago, I tried to sign K. and I up for a cooking class at the co-op (his Christmas gift), but the website wasn't working, so I called their office. A woman answered, "This is L., can I help you?" It was the daughter of Janie! (A dear friend who died almost twenty years ago. Click on the "Janie" category at the bottom of this post for more of her story.)
It's been years since we last saw each other. She's beautiful and lovely, graduated from college, traveled the world, and was married last summer. We talked about who we are now, filling each other in on people each of us still know, and remembering stories of us, and of Janie.
I wanted to share more about her mom with her, but found myself floundering and too overwhelmed for words, mostly only able to express feelings about how creative, wicked smart and passionate she was. Things were never gray for her. All of it mixed with some colorful crazy (which was part of her brilliance).
There was a lot of laughter and some tears. We promised to keep in touch, and made plans for March. I found myself staring at the glimpses of Janie in her, but really she is her own unique person- a wonderful confident thoughtful young woman.
Janie would be so proud and in love with who her little girl has grown into, and I'm so happy to be getting to know her again.