Saturday, April 5, 2025
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Today is Saturday. It's just after 1:00. Normally I would be at Kim's now, doing some watercolour, playing with Chet, talking about her newest nail polish colour - Quicksand's Embrace or Maelstrom, discussing how to oppose Trump - putting up Canadian flags in our windows; no groceries from the US. We would share good books we were reading, good shows, podcasts, happy songs. We would sometimes go shopping for new creative materials - Kim had creativity pouring out of her all the time. We discussed getting mopeds, and travelling somewhere nice to do some painting "en plein air". We also talked about very sad things, and everything she was doing to manage. She tried her very best. We cried, we laughed - Kim had the greatest sense of humour - no matter what we were going through.
I met her on the first day of law school - both sitting in the very middle of the front row with our note pads and white out. She was one of my very best friends in the world for the last 40 years. I am so grateful for the time I got to spend with her. And I am especially grateful that I got to see her so often during the last two years.
We had our pictures taken just before that first day of law school and we all had a copy of the people in our class. Kim said she couldn't believe this picture of a girl with braids. Looking at our pictures now, one might never have thought we would be so suited for each other. I love you Kim; I miss you.
