Flash forward 15 years. We met again when our kids were both little and went to the same pre-school. We didn't really hang out except to talk whenever we ended up at the same place at the same time, but whenever I talked to her, two minutes stretched to 20. Michelle had a great sense of humor and a great laugh, low and a little dirty-sounding.
Today, I saw those blond curls, blue eyes, and snub nose again. She was on the elliptical, and later she was lifting weights.
Except I knew it couldn't be Michelle.
Because I went to her funeral December 23, 2003.