Two friends disappeared this year.
One retired and died in the winter. The other retired and died in the summer.
Anne was kind, gentle, soft-spoken. Always a smile to share.
Dawne was fierce, powerful, tough. With wisdom to pass on to others.
They are gone now.
In my retirement, opportunities are waiting for me.
I can become a foster parent, providing a welcoming home for vulnerable children.
This would make Anne happy.
I have been accepted into the University of Surrey in England where I can earn my law degree. I can fight for human rights.
Dawne would approve.
I can do anything I want.
Perhaps nothing for a while.
I will celebrate my stupid luck. I am alive.
In my retirement I will try to honour these women.
Disappeared from sight.
But always in my heart.
©Conni Cartlidge, 2015