Susan and I first met when we were next door neighbors in Memphis. I had lived there for almost a year, and had yet to meet this mysterious stranger next door. All I knew about her was she was gone frequently and had many Fedex and UPS packages delivered to her door. The only time I knew she was home was when the packages disappeared. Once, near the holidays, I noticed the same packages were at her door for past few days, so I decided, as a good neighbor, and who was curious to meet this mysterious stranger to take in the packages for safe keeping, and wrote a note to knock on my door anytime to retrieve them. Susan finally knocked on my door, and very politelly demanded her packages. I thought that was the end of it. But Susan, being Susan, later that week invited me to a holiday gathering of her friends in her apartment. It was because of that generosity, I would become a part of Susan's "family". Her friends became my friends, we shared similar interests, we joked, laughed, and became close confidants. In short, a life-long friendship developed based on love, and mutual respect, that transcended even this mortal life. I was blessed to have called Susan, My Friend.
