She is a very unusual woman.
We became friends.
I often visited the house she was renting for the winter while getting her life in order.
The house has two 16 ft. x 16 ft. windows meeting at one corner,
looking out over the rocky back shore of the island.
We would look out over the wide expanse of ocean as we had tea and talked.
Her winter on the island ended, and
I heard no more of her.
The other night, walking past the house,
I thought of Diana.
I decided to look her up on the Web (she is a very unusual woman ).
You may not have known Diana, but
I think you will find her story moving:
