On Saturday evening, a quarter of Mia's ashes were scattered under the three ash trees that her friends Tiff and others have planted in a small clearing in the little bluebell wood in Newton Valence in Hampshire that overlooks the surrounding patchwork of hedgerows and green fields.
As we friends of Mia's gathered around a bonfire, there were a few tears, a little bit of laughter, together with poems, readings and fond memories as we exchanged anecdotes and raised our glasses of champagne to the lovely friend we all miss so much.
We were all pretty sure that she was somewhere nearby saying: “so cool, guys.”
Although I can't be in New York today, I'll be thinking of Mia and everyone who has gathered together over there this evening.
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