When you died a year ago today, I know that you left this earth and became even more sparkly and shiny... you lifted up and became a heavenly star, er, Starr. Penelope Starr, my person. I miss you so much. I'm so grateful that I knew you, and that you honored me with calling me a good friend.
I have so much to say to you, to tell you. And Elizabeth Gilbert, in a recent Instagram post, gave her rules on writing - the first rule being to write like you're writing a letter TO someone. My someone is YOU. And her second rule is to start at the beginning of the story, write what happened and write until you come to the end.
I'm not sure exactly where this, my, our (?) story starts... does it start with the day you asked to ride down to Green Valley for a chorus performance with me and Lisa, and you were in the front seat while Lisa changed clothes in the back seat of my blue Chrysler PT Cruiser? For that was the day, in my memory at least, that you arrived in my heart. I knew then that there was a specialness to you, a zest for life and adventure that I wanted to have a little bit of. We laughed a lot in that car ride... and we had so many laughs in the 9 short years of being one of my very best friends, and I think I was in your special circle as well... at least for the time you were here in the desert.
That's a start. There'll be more. In the meantime...
A Barbershop favorite ♫
