Melissa and I reconnected on Facebook six years ago. I couldn't place the beautiful, fit blond when she first friended me, but I accepted her request as she lived near my tiny hometown. We'd attended the same high school for a bit in the late '80s. She dove in, liking pictures of my kids, commenting on my posts. Like me, both her kids and art were as important to her as food, water and shelter. She was a well-read painter who once brought home a red drum set found by the road to make tables for her art studio.