Do you remember the first time someone in your peer group, someone your age passed away?
I was 16. I came home from dance class and went into my parents room and the evening news was on, reporting a car accident that resulted in the death of my friend Keri.
Keri and I had taken dance classes together for years, and in the last ballet recital before her death, Keri and I performed a duet. We were ladies in waiting. And our ballet teacher gave each of us this ceramic lady statue as a keepsake.
It didn’t mean much at the time and certainly isn’t the most beautiful statue ever, but as time passed, I felt that I had to keep it. As I got older it seemed childish, this statue didn’t really fit in my space, yet I couldn’t let it go. At some point, the lady statue took a fall that left her broken, I kept her still.
But I started thinking about how I could make the lady statue something that I’d cherish because of the friendship and youth that it represents, and not be an eyesore that I keep around because I’d feel guilty getting rid of.
I remembered that I had a little inky blue paint left over from my bathroom paint job. I gooped the lady back together and examined her profile. Not bad. Maybe this will work….
It did. I love her dark profile, I feel as if I’ve given her a second life. Which is incredibly gratifying. Now I want to keep the lady statue, not just believe that I think I should, but because I think she’s beautiful. Beautiful. Which is how I’ll always remember Keri.





































