Cindy,

What's up, Cindy Lou? Are you having fun with the tessellated pictures I sent? I'm sure the
mystery of them is just as fascinating now as ever before.
How's the genealogy going? I sometimes I picture you as one of your predecessors, wearing
18th century clothing and infuriating your family because you've decided to befriend the "Injuns."

Even now I can see your face, so expressive as you try to help me figure the latest
job/guy/money problem. Serious one moment and then totally wise-cracking the next. You were
never one for hugs and kisses with you friends but your shoulder was always there to cry on
even when you were pissed at me for one bone-headed thing or another that I said or did. (By
the way, thanks for that, girlfriend.)

I miss your light, your spirit, your girlishness (which came out rarely but so spontaneously),
your intellect and your smile. I miss your serious contemplation over issues of cosmic
proportions and I miss you making a mountain out of a mole hill. I miss our arguments over
darts and our giggles over guys. I will remember you on our shared birthday and every other day
there is.

Love ya, girl.

Your friend,
Shelly 9/26/2001
...enjoy those wings, Cindy.  We'll watch for you.

Belinda Bodo-Ierardi  9/27/2001