February was the month I turned 30. The month I’d been in New York for two years… and then out of no where, except maybe old age, it was the month Ada died.
She died shortly after a stroke which brought her to hospital, where she remained sedated until she passed on.
A candle now burns in her apartment, but her spirit is definitely gone. Gone far far away from here and hopefully to the place she had been yearning to go for so many years.
the lioness herself.
