Since last week, after returning to work, I could swear I've been seeing here outside on 6th Avenue. Walking toward me and smiling, walking away and turning to wave good-bye, waiting to meet me for lunch or dinner or to go to a party.

And I believe she really is walking with me. And when I am alone in this apartment, or alone on an elevator, or alone anywhere at any time -- I believe that all of us will someday be together with the cosmic wanderers among us now. Those wanderers who now walk with me and sit nearby, those people who have brought happiness into my life however briefly, they help me pass the time from their chairs of an eternity created out of faith and desperation.

Godspeed, Keri. We will not forget.