An old friend's husband posted on Facebook yesterday that his wife - my old friend - had died earlier this week. The news was something of a shock...as such news always is. It struck close to home as I remember Keiko Sugiyama distinctly from our years together in college. She was a close friend of my wife (who was my girlfriend at the time) and we shared many of those formative young adult years. I never imagined her dead. It's hard to imagine my memories without her. Of course this statement seems awfully focused on self when I should be thinking of Keiko's family. And I do think of her family and I expressed my appropriate condolences. However, after that important action is done I'm then left with my own world without Keiko. A world now populated with the memory of a lively, energetic and loving young ghost whom I thought would never die.