Bye Bye Miss American Pie… The day the music died.

I awaken to oodles of snow sinking from the darkened sky and an unwelcomed phone call from Eric letting me know Nicole passed last night. The rabbi was presently there. Eric would phone me later to connect.

One minute someone is there and the next second they can be gone but God did she have an incredible life! A life ends but the little pitter patter of feet on the snowy pavement and the splatter of wet tires rolling past me below moves on.

I will miss you my “cutie patoo-tee” and may your memories live on through the multitude of lives you have touched here in Ashland and throughout the universe! You will always be my fellow gypsy soul, cusp companion and that little mentored voice in my head that pushes me to make sound yet often wickedly fabulous decisions in life!