For the first time today Babu talked of Zosh’s passing. Zosh is Sophie’s nickname. You see her written about all over Babu’s journals. She remained friends with Zosh for all the years leading up to her death. Zosh only died a year or two ago. Babu didn’t get out to see her best friend much in the final years but got a few chances to right before she passed. It was strange, Zosh’s brother came to visit and took Babu to see Zosh and just a few days later he was gone. Not long after that, Babu went to see Zosh again, the family reached out and invited her, and a few days after that visit Zosh was gone, too. Babu went to too many funerals in a short time.
I remember feeling the weight of it in my heart. Friends for so long and now one is gone. I thought over how I would be a support to Babu, what I would say. Babu didn’t seem to need it, she was as stoic as stone. I expected something else at the time but here is Babu, processing a little, it seems. I know she is letting something out every time she would read a passage with her in it, there are many, remember, and she would say in one long breathy sigh:
Zosh, she was my best friend.
Since writing this post I found SO MANY more vintage photos.
I wish this one wasn’t blurry, I think it’s my favorite of her!
I love her look!