The Good Patrons of 750 Words

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I’m on day 167. In April, my dear friend Yuko passed away. Her husband asked me to speak at her memorial, an honor, but such a difficult thing to do. I kept putting off writing what I would say. On the morning of the memorial I sat down with 750 words and wrote out my thoughts about her. Somehow the site had become more than a web interface, but a trusted friend, a safe place, the exact place to clarify my thoughts and feelings.