On a stoop on West 11th Street a bunch of people left a sweet tribute to someone named Alyssa, who is no longer with us. I passed it by yesterday, on my way up to Cornell (to do research related to my upcoming announcement). I imagine these are from her neighbors. I didn’t know her, but she looks familiar to me in these pictures. I’m guessing I passed her by a bunch of times, as she sat out on the stoop.
At 66 I’m definitely more aware of how little time we get. My turn will come.