A stream of consciousness for Lorna

The world is darker, and a far less interesting place now that my friend Lorna has left it. She had quite a life, growing up with hippie parents in a nudist colony. A famous photographer took a photo of her in her youth that was displayed in museums and auctioned for six figures. Not many people can say something that extraordinary has happened to them. I will never share the photo, due to nudity (not to mention copyright), but she showed her small circle of writer friends years ago. Lorna grew up to marry and adopt a son. She was an editor and a writer, like me, when we first met. That should tell you how long our friendship was; nearly two decades. I’m grateful for her humanitarian views and her positivity; in a world full of toxic positivity, Lorna remained real in the midst of her optimism. She was an encouragement to me in many hard times I’ve been through. She made it through many hard times as well. Seventy years is a long time to be alive, but Lorna was the type who should have been allowed three or four more decades to tell her stories. I will miss her so very much.