That was in June of last year and since then have kept the handkerchief in my bag.
It gives me comfort knowing that it is there.
Since then I have wanted to contact my friend who died 71 times.
Most of the 71 times were not important things. Mostly I saw this thing and thought of you. One time a few months ago, I got super sad that I couldn't talk to my friend about an academic article I had read about manufactured nationalism in music of the early 1900s.
She had left academia, but I could coax her on occasion to delve in and discuss nerdy music topics with me. I am putting together a lecture series for my other job and I would have loved to have bent her ear and bounced off suggestions to her and get her input.
Today I saw a woman wearing a coat with Daleks lining the bottom seam. She would have liked that coat.
I love my friends.
