I thought of Rachelle yesterday and today. How she would have waited until after my meeting to buy me lunch after I got this new position. How she would have crazily danced with me at my meeting even though she wasn't supposed to be there.

I keep smiling as I remember Dance Marathon, dancing like a wild person with that one. How I envied her AMAZING haircut that conveyed how much of a sexy beast she was. And her just holding my hand, 'cause friends do that.

Rachelle, I miss you. Thanks for being crazy enough for the both of us, so that I could let loose too. And don't worry, no hand hugs have been given to any others besides yourself. 

 Love, Sol

 P.S. If there isn't Tako BBQ in Heaven already, make it happen. Kthanksbye.