Another Sign

More sad news.

Last night we had been talking about our landlord and Our Bum stated, "I still can't believe that lady died too, the one from the restaurant."

My heart stopped.

My Nightingale.

There's apparently a sign hanging in the diner next door, saying "In Memory of..."

It happened a couple weeks ago.

Again, no one thought to tell us.

The most mother-like boss, a wonderful friend, an advice giver, a cat healer, a beautiful singer, a beautiful person, a rock, a confidant.

Another funeral we didn't get to pay our respects at.

Another part of our lives we didn't get to say goodbye to.

All I can say is we now have the best guardian angel in existence watching over us, smiling bright and singing a Hawaiian or Broadway tune to the god she loved so much.

You can sing again, so sing for me my Nightingale.

We will miss you.