Saturday, November 11, 2023
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I met Ina my freshman year in college, and we were nearly inseparable. People always expected to see us together on campus as we walked through the quads at Livingston College, worked in the Housing office, and danced at the parties on the weekends. We would take the bus to a record store she knew to buy our favorite albums or hang around in the dorm’s common area, making French toast, french fries, and grilled cheese sandwiches.
I was a bridesmaid in her first wedding; she came to my wedding with her new baby. We lost touch after many years, but finally reconnected just a couple of years ago. She had not changed. She was still the sweet, loving person I had always known , and I’m so glad we got to spend some time together in her last year, even if it was only on the phone.
Bless you, Ina. You were one in a million.
