No words

This is a photo of Zoran, Angela, me, Ron and Sara at Zoran and Angela's Christmas party (2006). We arrived late, after most of the guests had left. At the time I was disappointed that I had missed most of the party (the Gatalos throw the best parties) but in hindsight it is fortunate, because it allowed us to have a long, uninterrupted conversation with Zoran and Angela that I will always remember so happily. We talked a lot about New York, and Angela listened with great enthusiasm to Ron's regurgitation of everything he learned about Japan in an undergraduate history class. If you know Ron, I am sure you have heard this spiel many, many times (kamikazes! Shintoism!). I visited Zoran and Angela one more time while I was home for Christmas, and we had cappucinos in the kitchen and another long, leisurely talk. I wish I had photos of that visit, as well.

Zoran sent me this photo the other day, to post, and at first I thought I would post it alone, without words, because all the words I could think of seemed insufficient. They still do, because a few simple lines can never do justice to Angela, and what she meant to everyone who knew her. So I will leave it at this, in hopes of not subjecting memories and love to mere words that can never say enough.