I just got off the phone with my high school Spanish teacher, who I'd become friends with after graduating in 1975. She was on my mind. We hadn't seen each other or spoken since 2010, when I went back up to Buffalo for my father's interment and she, her husband, and my brother, sister-in-law, and another former student and her hubby got together to reminisce.

When she picked up, the first words were that she'd been thinking of me recently too. We are spirits in the material world.