Sylvian Imamura
Cheryl was my dear hair dresser friend. She was a perfectionist is doing my hair. She was so good at it. She was a great conversationalist also. We'd talk about her dog how she didn't want to move him when he was taking up the whole bed, outings with her friends at different restaurants, how long her Christmas tree and wreath lasted, how good her brother was at buying them crab, how her Dad loved going to Vegas, what a Saint her sister was in caring for her Dad, and how motion sickness kept her from traveling except to Vegas. She was a warm and kind friend. She went out of her way to go to the parking paying machine to show me how it worked. I miss her.