Goodbye, Amy

I recently learned that another of my old friends has died.

Amy lived across the street when I was a kid, the sister of a guy my brother and I hung out with. She was pretty, and sweet, and kind, and vibrant. She made me dance with her in her living room. Disco dancing. To the BeeGees. Lol. First girl I ever danced with, though.

Amy: (dancing alone to the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack) "Come dance with me, Michael!" She holds out her hands.

Me: "I'm eating." I hold it up as evidence.

Amy: "Put the doughnut down and come dance with me."

Thanks, Amy, for being my friend. You brightened everyone's life who knew you. Rest in peace, and may Eternal Light shine upon you.