Esther Andrews, 1976-2001

Esther died six years ago today. I don't have too much to say about it that's not in the long post I wrote about it a year ago.

It's strange that the time she's been dead is now longer than the time in which I knew her.

It's strange that I'm older now than she ever was. She always seemed so knowing to me, and I'm not.

It's strange that I'm living in the city where she grew up, now, and she's not around to show me the sights. If she were alive, I'd probably be going up to Seattle to see her now and again, and introducing her to my other wacky friends there.

It's strange that so much has happened in the past six years, so much I'd want to tell her about if she were here, and she's not.

Even though the memories have already blurred quite a lot, I think I still don't fully believe that she's not coming back. Maybe we never really do. On some level I wouldn't disbelieve it if I got an email from her saying, "hi, how have you been, long time no see..." -- I'd just be surprised and happy.

And I still wish she'd been around to mock me when I went to work for Microsoft.

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