Dear Fran

 Dear Fran,  It's been nearly 18 years since you left me. As long as I had you. So much has happened since then, and I always find my way back to wishing I could share my life with you.  I wish we could have book club and bake cookies. I would love buying you a Kindle to have you reject it. I'd be enthralled watching you try to unravel the puzzle that is my husband. I'd spend hours a week regaling you with tales of our travels and the food we eat. I can imagine you texting me silly jokes when I don't call enough. You'd be so proud of your grandkids, your great grandkids.  Last week I found myself wandering into our world. I went many years without a library card. I hear the appalled tone in your voice as I type this, "Andrea, it's free. Why would you not visit the library?" Honestly, I don't know. But I found myself at peace as I wandered the stacks. Western's library still has a very special place in my heart, but the library near my house rem...