Remembering

I've just been going through my photos, and came across this one of rhododendrons in Greenwich Park. My late friend and I particularly loved this place. She was in her wheelchair and we'd go through the wooded areas to enjoy the blooms. We had some good laughs and good chats there. It was always an enjoyable trip.

I still miss her greatly. She enjoyed my (strange?) sense of humour. I have always liked to joke, but I was never truly happy. With hindsight the jokes were just a coping mechanism. Nina never saw me happy, and I know how delighted she would be if she could see me now. She was such a good friend, and I miss her good common sense, her compassion, her intelligence, her humour, and her old-fashioned, sometimes hilarious turns of phrase. I have such lovely memories of her.