So. Central Rain

"You might need this." my friend said and handed me a handkerchief.  We were getting ready to leave to view the body of our friend who had been killed- the victim of a hit and run.
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.