Gladys,

Do you remember playing telephone with Abby, Cristina, and me? We were boy-crazy, giggling 6th graders. I said something stupid and mean to make Abby cry. I don't remember you glaring at me, but I know you did. You weren't going to let unkindness slip by.

Of the few memories I have of you, that's the one that came to mind when I found out you had gone elsewhere. At first, I hated that my strongest memory of you was one I had to guess the details for, one I hadn't thought of until I heard that it was all I had left of you. But it fits: We were closest in 6th grade, so my heart caught what had slipped my mind. It preserved your conscience and kindness so I'd never forget that you stood for those two things most. Thank God for the power of spiritual intuition, eh?

When my mama told me you were gone, I had just reached the top of Mt. Longonot. I sat on the peak and cried. Through dust and tears, I could see the valley: It was vibrant and alive and everywhere, like you.

I love you Gladys. Thanks for nestling in my heart. See you later,

Wanda

ps...



Me, Cristina, and you at graduation. Remember how we cried b/c Abby wasn't there?




Mt. Longonot's valley ...The fog got in the way of my camera capturing its greenness. But I'm sure you know how vibrant it really is.