Remembering Becca with one of my favorite Facebook exchanges, or: “I always want to call you, friend…”
OK so… yeah, this is ridiculously self-indulgent and perhaps altogether pointless, but it brings some joy to a saddened heart, so feel free to skip this post if you’re so inclined. (Edited for clarity, brevity, and identity stuff…) (To set the tone, start singing Rupert Holmes’s classic “Piña Colada” song in your mind…) Becca: Wasn’t someone talking…