Once in a while I stumble across a poem that really moves me. Apparently, many people passed this poem around after September 11. . . I'm just finding it now.

Here are some things you can do today.

Yesterday Albert and I went to the Independence Brew Pub and our food tasted awful. I was remembering the first time I went there, which was for an initial Phillyist meeting. I sat next to Star Foster and thought she was just lovely. I think that was the only time we ever met in person, but we were in frequent contact during the early days of Phillyist. I stopped writing over there, mostly because life got in the way and I am not that ambitious, but I loved reading Star's posts. When I came home yesterday, I checked my email and saw a note that Star had died out of the blue that morning. Like everyone else, I couldn't believe it. My heart aches for those close to her. I am choking back tears at work as I read her boyfriend's words. A commenter at Philly Future said we should scatter her ashes all over the blogosphere. So this post is for you, Star. I am a lazy blogger, but Star was not. Philly has lost a beautiful voice.