In Memory of Bunni

The woman I have worked for as a personal assistant of sorts died last night. She was not only someone I worked for, but also a good friend.

I went to visit her in January before I left for England, knowing that I would likely not see her again. In my mind, she will remain frozen as she was on that particular evening. She was happy and had friends around her. I will always think of her as someone who loved flowers and gummi bears and silly tv. She hated being alone.

I have been giving a lot of thought about how I should remember Bunni. Since I can not attend the funeral I have this very peculiar need to do something in honor of her. I need to do something for her, as my way of saying goodbye. I will have to think about this some more, but I know more than anything else, Bunni should be remembered through an act of selflessness and goodness.