I only vaguely remember this: in May of 2011 I found Cindy and her Life List, saw she had “Visit the Statue of Liberty on the Fourth of July” listed, and left her a comment saying if she does that, I would totally be there. We met the morning of the 4th at the dock in lower Manhattan at 8am for the first ferry out, along with Talaura and Kizz.

Cindy did yoga poses in front of the statue. This adds nothing to the story, except she’s really cute in her little blue shoes and shorts, and I wanted to post these photos.

The plan when I reached out in 2011 was for her to go with her husband, but he died since then (fucking cancer), so she took his ashes and scattered them at the base of Liberty Island.

“Are you sure you want me to take photos?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Ok, smile,” I said, instinctively, which is officially the stupidest thing I said in at least a year, because she was crying, and so was I.

But it made her laugh. That, and she dropped the bag containing Chris, which made us all giggle because we are a little irreverent.

Then we stood for a while, and we loved her.