Edited by author 02-26-2004 08:32 PM
I met Menya in grade nine Level 6 at Northern Secondary School. I'm searching my memory to recall when and why we first ended up together, but we completed numerous assignments as a pair - a theatre set for "The Admirable Crighton," an English project on homelessness, drama sketches and poetry attempts. She took me to usher with her at Young Peoples Theatre and convinced me to go to the SCA. We lost touch a bit after high school, but met again briefly at Black Creek Village. One of my sisters worked with Menya at Robarts library, ran into her a few years later at a concert and told me of her illness. Jane said that Menya wanted to hear from me. I procrastinated then finally called. I guess I spoke to Pete, who told me she was "on vacation." I realized that must be a euphemism, but thought maybe she was in the hospital. I left my name and number, but never heard from her.

Menya, I tell myself I tried, but I didn't try at all! I keep dreaming about you, but they are nice dreams, full of renewed friendship. I am so sad to find all these websites because I would rather find you.