The time has come to say “goodbye.”
As I watch them strap her in, it’s clear I won’t be getting another chance.
But what do I say when I LIVE purely by the grace of her sacrifice? …the bitter consequence of choices I made on December 23rd, 1986; when she and I journeyed through darkness and dreams to a narrow ledge at the very edge of death, and I learned of fate, forgiveness and friendship. Especially friendship.
For Rusty was my best friend. She was adventurous, joyful and filled with humility as only a 1972 Volkswagen bus can be!
