My friendship with Lorna goes all the way back to Jamaica. She moved to S Florida and somehow I ended up in S Florida as well; she moved to C Florida, and so did I.
Over the years, we shared both happy and painful experiences, but always Lorna maintained her joy. Our families were close; her home was my children's other home. I still recall standing with her in her living room as her son left for the army; I recall us cooking together in my kitchen after hurricane Katrina.
Over the last couple of years as I visited, we often talked about Montego bay YFC. In particular, she recalled with laughter, the infamous quiz team whose members would often stand before Al Miller could complete a question, and on occasion would stand even before Al started to read the question, still managing to complete the questions and answer to Al's satisfaction.
Earlier this year, we traveled to Tampa to buy patties, and later went from store to store to find mixed peel in order to begin soaking fruit for Christmas cake, 2026. Incidentally, I got a cake from Lorna each Christmas, even during her illness, simply because a few years previously I mentioned to her that I was not going to bake.
Throughout her illness, she maintained her smile and positive outlook on life, always finding some funny way to describe the pain she was experiencing and the ravishing toll the disease was taking on her body.
I am sad that we will not be traveling the world together and giving trouble as we planned, but I am happy, Lorna, that you are finally pain-free, your body is restored, and you are at rest.
I really miss you, my friend. Walk good!