in Heaven anymore --
except the kind we can find right here,
by being present and aware --
if there were a heaven,
and all those things
that we grew up assuming about it
were true,
I imagine they'd have rolled out the red carpet
for Nora;
that all the women who went before
would be waiting at the gates
with roses in their hands,
cheering as she strode through --
this friend to all,
who brought her wit,
her humor, pain, and hope
to everything she wrote --
this gracious soul
who let each of us know
that we were not alone,
that our struggles were hers as well.
I'm imagining her now,
stepping forward,
head held high,
in shoes impeccably glamorous
(and yet, sublimely comfortable --
it is Heaven, after all!)
to receive the Oscars she so deserved:
not best film, or best direction, or best screenplay,
but best friend, best wit;
best sage,
and, yes, best life.
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