FRANCA ESILOKUN WILKIE (1959 -1986): A memorial for a Dear Friend

Franca, a dear friend, who left us a quarter of a century ago, used to like this music from Simon and Garfunkel. Enjoy the Lyrics with me as I keep on keeping the promise:

Simon And Garfunkel Old Friends Lyrics
Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends 
A newspaper blowin' through the grass 
Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends 
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/s/simon+and+garfunkel/old+friends_20124687.html ] 
Old friends, winter companions, the old men 
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun 
The sounds of the city sifting through trees 
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends 

Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly 
How terribly strange to be seventy 
Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears
Franca, thanks for all the great time. Hope to meet again in Paradise.
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