My mind still plays tricks on me when I pick up my cell phone to call you. Like a lot of your friends Polly, I can't seem to bring myself to erase your name and number from my phone. So many calls we've made to one another for advice. So many texts to meet each other out somewhere. I dug my old phone out af a box the other day and found a text on there from you that wanted me to come down to see you at one of your comeday improv shows in L.A.(which I did) and you were amazing as usual. The star of the show as you stole the most applause from the audience when the MC introduced you. In some odd way, reading your text made it seem like you were still down in L.A. doing your thing. I know you must be watching over us. I can feel you when I have these overwhelming Polly moments. A leaf will blow when there isn't a breeze, a feeling of your presence when I'm out on a hike, a memory that makes me smile or laugh to myself. I wanted to write just to say I was thinking about you.
I wanted to write to say I was thinking about all of your friends, (even the ones I've never met) and wondering how they were all doing. I wanted to say I think about Heidi, Chris, Steph, the unborn baby, Mary Beth and Lew, Lindsay, April and Frank every night when I pray. This bond we all have because of you.