We go along in our lives, on the train. Sometimes, so caught up in things that just don't really matter, that we miss the important stuff. Even though I'm back "on the train" to a certain degree here in New Orleans; I've tried very hard to continue to do the things that mean something to me, and be there as best as I can for the people I love and care about. There are two things about being back that I've noted before: I keep discovering reasons beyond Dali and work for being here; and, that I have this cadre of wonderful and amazing friends who love me, support me, and stand by me in many more ways than I can count. Today, I'm one short. My friend, Nadine Henneman passed away on Thursday. Nadine was one of those love you and support you no matter what kind of friends. While I was in France, it wasn't unusual to pick up the phone and find Nadine on the other end. It meant the world to me. Nadine was also a big birthday person. Every birthday-a beautiful card, but the best, a long hand-written note, filling you in on everything that had been going on for her, but always showing her love and concern for you at the same time. Nadine loved my photography. Whenever I'd come by her house, I found all of my cards on her book laden shelves. Since my return, she'd been having more health problems. Because I work for myself, I was in a position to go with her or meet her at medical appointments. I was happy to be able to spend more time with her. We'd often go off and have lunch afterwards, she'd bring me little presents to say thank you, and sometimes we'd shop. I miss my friend. Now I know, it was an honor to be able to be here and be with her more, at what has turned out to be her last days. Flowers for Nadine.
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