Lydia ,
She was of Latvian origin .
Quite beautiful. she was a very fine woman and one that I let get away because of my own stupid arrogance.
She was an artist, I met on Telegraph avenue. She was trying to get started in sign painting.
I did help her find some work.
I am remembering her with regret. why ? Because I let my arrogance supersede my heart.
I feel like I helped her in some ways but took advantage of her and did not value the love she showed to me.
This was in 1975-76
The emotion I feel is of some sadness and regret, I have few regrets in life she is one of them.
She had a good heart a good spirit and a lot of talent. I wish I had slowed down to appreciate and cherish her.