Yesterday would have been Muff's 49th birthday.
I would have called her, wished her a happy birthday and we could have talked for at least a few hours about all kinds of things, from books to writing to her family and her wonderful job at the Marshalltown Library.
I would have sent her a gift of some kind, usually something with an Irish theme, and some books, of course, because we shared a deep love of reading.
She would have scoffed at all the new E-book readers, such as the iPad, and we would have claimed solidarity in our choice of having real books in hand to enjoy.
My bright star and friend has been gone for two years and two months, and I still miss her all the time. I think of her often, and wish I could talk to her just once more.
There are not enough words to describe the hole left in my soul.
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