I began to write a memoir of my late friend's life and it got entwined with an account of our early days in Winnipeg as young wives and mothers and ended up with an account of my marriage ending with Bill's death in 1973. He died on Easter Sunday so I guess it was inevitable that i should end up there. It was too long to go in here and I didn't want to burden my readers (all three of you), so I left it at that. Now I can't find it, can't remember my title.

I'm still thinking of Jo and her life and career. She really had one. I'll get to it.