Sunday, May 25, 2025
To my oldest friend, Sherrill, with whom I grew up in a small town in Quebec and attended grade/highschool; whom I had the luck to watch fall in love with that funny, tall, musical whirlwind named Denis; and for whom I was honoured to sing a Beatles tune at their wedding in the backyard beside the willow tree, I send you my deep condolences here, with more to come by mail and email soon. I ache for your shocking loss, yours and that of your beautiful brood. I'll write more when I get out of NO! NO! NO! mode, which while sincere is not useful, but may take a while.....
Lynn-Marie