This came up in a conversation with my mom in August. I struggled with my words and this is what came out. A friend said that he felt like calling Ines to tell her about this great woman he knew who had just died...then he remembered that it was her. Everyday, I have things running through my head that I'd like to bring up in conversation with her and get her opinion, but she's gone. I'm grateful to have known Ines and to have had her for my comadre.
Oh, and the popsicles: that was the last thing we did together. She brought over papaya popsicles and we enjoyed each other's company the night she left for a road trip. I never had papaya ice cream before, but it has become a regular tradition around here since. *smile*
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