The Long Good-bye

My friend Linda died last night. She was a great girl. This is a very sad day.

She found out she had pancreatic cancer less than 3 weeks ago. I cannot believe how fast this has happened.

Linda always wrote birthday cards with a poem in them that started “Roses are red, violets are blue” and this was usually followed with a couplet about a) being drunk or b) being hung-over.

In her honour, I say:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Linda, you’re gone
And I’ll miss you.