The meeting at the Bronx fell through. I had a feeling it was never coming to pass when I heard no response from Johanna’s former house mate (the person who still has her things). The issue of who cares for a loved one’s possessions is a touchy subject, especially if the person has passed away, like Johanna. I worry about what will become of Johanna’s writings and poetry material. She didn’t leave a will. It was too early in her life to consider one, and when she realized that her time on Earth was drawing to a close, the end came quickly. Much sooner than everyone was prepared for. I still think of Johanna every day.