A year without Kathleen

A short tribute to my best friend on the first anniversary of her passing

We used to play this game at cheerleading camp where each squad stood in a circle with their heads down. When the staff blew a whistle to lift your head, you had to do something with the first person you locked eyes with. I don’t remember what that something was, but you and I always, somehow, locked eyes.

I say “somehow” loosely. It was common knowledge…