Departed Alas, Pamela-Fv

My cherished friend and almost, sister! I took you under my gentle wings that you might overcome addiction, and so you did. You, so conservative in dress. Me, so flamboyant, in a state of colorful and flashy, undress! How kindly you transformed me from my addiction, artificial wildness! We, so different at first in looks but hardly in souls. Each contributed to each others's transformation. Walking miles that final New Year's Eve through a dastardly Chicago blizzard. Oh, my dead Pamela, once full of light and  laughter. I will be searching for you in the silver threads of the hereafter.