The great big wheel in the sky took a dear friend last night. We moved to the city within a few days of each other and started working at the same place, so every day during lunch we’d get lost together looking for a cheap place to eat. Sometimes we ended up in Southern Indiana eating garlic balls, and sometimes we ended up at the Come Back Inn.
Sue taught me how to appreciate red wine, quality friendships and happy hour at the Back Door. She turned the Pirate Punch into a Pirate Slap, and her boisterous laugh could be heard rooms away. I’ve heard it echo a few times throughout my memories the last few days … her sign to me that she’s in a peaceful place.
I’m assuming she’s saving me a seat at the bar.