When I hear the sound of trees bending in the wind and their leaves vibrate in blue air, I hear the voice of my lost friend. I remember the generosity of your warm smile, so full of kindness and patience. Friend, teacher and gentle woman. It has been an honour to share some of your journey with you. Your courage and strength thrives in my memory. I feel very fortunate to have witnessed your footsteps and when I hear the sound of trees bending in the wind and their leaves vibrate in blue air I feel your presence and remember you.