Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Ninja Angel- Elsa Meresi

It feels selfish to grieve, it feels cold not to.  It feels far too easy to pretend there's been some mistake.  I'm afraid of how much it might hurt if I let myself process it.  And I'm afraid of betraying a beautiful life if I bottle it up and act like it's not real.  So, until I figure it out, I remember with fondness the smile, the laughter, the kind words, the sneaky ninja moves, the snarky comments, the Greek connection, a fabulous coworker and dear friend.
This is what happens when Elsa goes all ninja on your back

And this, sadly is the only picture I have of her...gettin' down with her bad blue self (making chemo with Zanette)
I reserve the right to make this blog as worthless to read as I feel like, and also to write as infrequently as I deem necessary. Just thought I'd let you know since I finally decided to share my blog.