She was sleeping over my parent's house. It must have been while her mom was battling breast cancer and her parents didn't want her home by herself. I was sleeping in my sister's old bedroom for some reason, and Tati was in my brother's old room.
A thunderstorm started up and Tati scurried in and cowered next to my bed.
"Can I stay in here with you?" she squeaked.
There was a futon on the floor, so she dragged her pillow and blanket in and settled down, at least until the next rumble. She whimpered, so I hung my arm down and held her hand. The storm passed and we both eventually fell to sleep.
It is amazing to me how completely petrified she was. I don't know if it was the loud, abrupt sounds, or that a thunderstorm is completely out of human control, that made her feel so vulnerable. I love thunderstorms for just those reasons.
I have a list of things that remind me of Tati:
- Thunderstorms
- The Gilmore Girls
- When someone rolls their eyes
- Wednesdays (the last day I saw her; the day she died)
- The movies School of Rock and Under the Tuscan Sun
- The song "All Star" by Smash Mouth
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