The following is an account of a dear friend and relationship that developed in my budding 20′s, during the early 60′s. I was attending graduate school and lived next door to a dear person I would come to refer to as one of the saints I have known and loved.
The tribute was written a few years past her death. I have kept it in my files over all these years. I am now as old as she was then.
“On nights like this I remember her best. The warm golden glow from her shutters burned the whole night through. There, leaning on that worn and familiar coffee table, a converted bridge table, would be her shawl-