Lucille Ball died 3 days before I was born, and just a few miles away. A dear person in my life pondered aloud that maybe her soul came next to me. I like to think that a little part of her stardust sprinkled in to me as I came in to the world. Maybe I was greeted by a kindred flame and beckoned to go forth and bring a little light to the world.

I like that very much.