Little did I know it was also the luckiest.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. ~Kahlil Gibran
Like a movie flipbook, I see the chapters of our friendship fly by…how fast 30 years goes and how many memories we made. How can it be over so soon?
I walked into that event –just a few weeks into my move to California in 1984–and there you were: warm, gracious and yes, we had the cultural connection to cement it.
Years passed, and then decades. Sometimes, thousands of miles between us.
And yet, we shared our lives.
Laughter, tears and everything in between.
Good times and bad.
And accessories. Always, accessories. The only person I know who went to chemotherapy in full make-up and perfect jewelry. And boy, did I give you a hard time about it, too! “Seriously? Make-up? Your good jewelry?”
Laughter. Did I say laughter?
To almost the last heartbeat, laughter.
It was a friendship like none other.
“She’s like a sister to me,” you told your chemo doctor.
You were better than a sister to me, I told anyone who asked.
“Thank you for all you’ve done for my sister,” your wonderful brother said last year.
“All I’ve done for your sister? No. All she’s done for ME,” I told him.
Oh, my sister-friend, the friend of my heart and soul, my beautiful, brave friend:
The angels have carried you to heaven, where I trust that you are safe in the hands of the Divine, and where we shall meet again.
I’ll try not to be too sorrowful, but I miss you already.
I hope you left some trail markers; you know I have a terrible sense of direction. And I know you’ll be waiting with open arms.
Until then, go ahead. Appear to me in the middle of the night and let me know what you found. You’re the ONLY ONE who could do that and not scare me beyond sanity.
Ok. Well, I might be a little scared. But do it anyway.
And yes, I know it was you who lit that candle three times after you passed. It took me a few hours to get it. But I got it.
Don’t ever stop lighting our way.