I received an email from a reader in Arizona who just happened to stumble across the site after googling "Hatoon" and she was nice enough to share her Hatoon moments with me:
"When I heard she died, I started following all the memorials in Eugene. I'm sorry I missed it all. I googled "Hatoon" and found your site. Yeah, she was pretty wierd. One time I went into the bathroom in the library and she was in there chatting up a storm all by herself with all the water faucets running and the place reeked of cheap body spray. So I can understand if you felt a little wary. But she really was a sweetie, too. Sometimes she'd just walk up to mean and start talking, like if I was sitting outside the library or something. I remember her telling me I reminded her of some friend she used to have. I've been told that by many people at different times in my life, but somehow, coming from Hatoon it meant a lot more."
While Hatoon's passing was a tragedy, the things that have been said about her are strangely beautiful. I can only hope that when my time comes, I will have so many nice things said about me.
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