#11 (Mama) Erika.

You were the senior lady at the flower shop when i started. You wore cowboy boots, overalls, and a cowboy hat with (i think) a snakeskin on it. You were a reformed woman; a former party-er and now a Christian and a mother of 3 lovely little girls. Tall and thin. Your husband was somewhat unimpressive, and we all wished better for you. But that was the thing about you: better was not an option. You always made the best of what life gave you. You worked hard. You were honest, and one of the nicest people i'll ever meet. We had a lot of the same tastes in music. You were glad that i liked '80s music, and would listen to Tom Petty. You taught me a lot of life lessons, even if you don't know it. I know money was always tight for you, and sometimes i want to send you money anonymously. I may even do that one day. Always enjoy seeing you when i visit Berkeley, and i hope that you never leave the flower shop, even though i know someday you will.