Page 43 - Depth of the Heart

Then there is Sandra Lee Henry.
She was my best friend from college. She was a great artist and
I was totally in awe of her. She fell in love with me and I broke her heart when
I told her I was gay. She cried, saying over and over again, “You don’t need me”.
I lost contact with her during the time when I was forced to drop out of school and
I moved to New York. I began searching for her. Decades went by with no result as to where she was. Then, someone on Facebook told me she had passed away at the age of thirty-eight from breast cancer. I was broken hearted. I never got to tell her how much she meant to me. Sandra was my friend and I loved her.
She was gone all those years that I had been searching for her.
I had always imagined we would be together again someday making great art.
I began to paint many images base on the memory of Lea Henry.