Interesting = the email from the old college buddy included a link to a website with photos fo the last time all the old gang got together. It was fall 2004. I looked after I posted the above. The first couple photos were of W and I, arm in arm, smiling away for the camera. In love! Wow. Those were the days! She had a beautiful smile. It's been a long time since I've seen her smile like that. Too long.
Right after that, the very next month in fact, my mom passed away. And coincidentally or not, that is when our troubles started. That is when W started to feel down. We went to Paris the next spring, just the two of us, only a few months later, and she told her friends that she wasn't happy on that trip. We walked through gardens and dined in intimate restaurants and went to museums and stayed in a 4-start hotel famous for being used by French senators who were carrying on illicit affairs! It was nifty. We climbed the Eiffel Tower and gazed across the city of romance.
Looking back through photos since 2005/6, I notice that her smile looks strange, odd, forced, or fake. I'm not just imagining it. It's really true. Her face totally changed. I wonder if she ever noticed that. It's a striking difference.
