Recently my lovely friend Liz died in her sleep. It's hard to be too sad when someone who was almost 90 dies in such a peaceful way, and more than anything, I've been feeling grateful for her presence in my life and quietly gathering my memories of her. I wanted to write this straight away but it's taken me a few weeks of processing to realise that she's really gone. Image above: Cover for Ada Cambridge, A Woman's Friendship , serialised in the Melbourne Age in 1889, published in the Colonial Texts Series in 1988, edited by Dr Elizabeth Morrison The last time I saw her in person was in her new room in an aged care complex in Melbourne. We sat amongst her books, heartbreakingly culled to fit the small bookshelves, and her choices included things that I'd given her and produced for her, which was a lovely compliment. As last times go, it was a lovely enc...