I met Pauline in Monterey, California. She was a volunteer guide of Stevenson House museum when I visited there for the first time about 25 years ago. She was very kind and told me that I'd be able to stay with her on my next visit there. I had exchanged letters with her, stayed in her nicest house in Carmel several times since then. She's been always a generous, cheerful and positive person, I've learnt many things from her.
Ella is a Scottish, we have happened to be in the same queue for the small concert whose theme was Stevenson in Edinburgh, in the summer of 1994 and I found she'd been also a member of RLS Club. She guided me to several places related to Stevenson in and around Edinburgh on the next day. Since then we had met sometimes on the RLS Club events. Ella was rather a private person but kind and always smart - she had run a small boutique.
Both of them are now gone. - Ella died of cancer many years ago. Pauline was maybe older than my mother, she lived a long life but passed away last year. - I often remember and miss them still. And think about that other friends who are older than me might leave me someday, and I will go eventually.
When I was young I have seldom thought about the death. These older friends let me think about it, and about what we would have left in this world...