[ 12.19.16.00.07 ]

It is with great sorrow that I pen this entry. Kazamidori has gone on to the next level. She was one of my very first DA friends. She was not afraid to comment on my erotic writing and tell me what she really thought. She pulled colours into creation that I never even knew existed.

I remember the night she told me that she had been told she maybe only had six months left to live. I had just sold my house in St. George and had a few dollars in the bank and a car that worked. I walked into the front room and asked mom if she wanted to go for a drive to Canada. She looked up at me and said, "When are leaving?"

"Now.".

We drove for days all the way across America. We stopped briefly in Delaware to visit and old flame and dear friend. Then it was north all the way. I remember noticing how the American made maps lie. Canada is much larger then the maps display. It took us almost the same amount of time it had to cross all of America from Utah to New York City as it did to get from across the border to the other side of Nova Scotia.

She was surprised that we had really come. We briefly talked with her sister and she talked with her parents on the phone. We joked that she was being stolen by Gypsies! It was a wild and crazy adventure. She had some very specific things she wanted to see. Mount Rushmore, Yellow Stone park with Buffalo and the great cactus plants in the desert of Arizona. We drove it all. By the time we were done and she was on her flight to home, I had $2 dollars in my pocket and a half a tank of gas. But I did not bother her mind with those details. Money comes and money goes. I just wanted to give a girl who wasn't long for this world a few smiles and some memories to hold on to as the disease consumed her flesh.

It saddens me that I was so wrapped up in my own life that I did not get the chance to properly say goodbye. . .