My friend, Berkeley, died of colon cancer in 2001 at the age of 56. She was an architect, gardener, photographer and devoted friend. She gave me this hat which had been hers; I don't remember why. It's rather small and fit us both perfectly. The "B" has always symbolized Berkeley rather than the Red Sox to me. It's my only ball cap and I wear it all the time.
She loved hosta but hated the stemmy blossoms and cut them off as soon as they began their ascent upwards. I snip my hosta blossom stalks this time of year and always think of her. She's no longer gardening and my eyes are shaded by her B cap. It is in this way that we procure immortality, living on through the habits we pass on to others.
My friend, Berkeley, died of colon cancer in 2001 at the age of 56. She was an architect, gardener, photographer and devoted friend. She gave me this hat which had been hers; I don't remember why. It's rather small and fit us both perfectly. The "B" has always symbolized Berkeley rather than the Red Sox to me. It's my only ball cap and I wear it all the time.
She loved hosta but hated the stemmy blossoms and cut them off as soon as they began their ascent upwards. I snip my hosta blossom stalks this time of year and always think of her. She's no longer gardening and my eyes are shaded by her B cap. It is in this way that we procure immortality, living on through the habits we pass on to others.
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