Friday, July 7, 2017

Funeral For a Friend - Life goes on

We laid to rest today, one of my oldest friends.  Oldest as in time, not age. 

She and I met in 6th grade, 1978.  We were not in the same home-room, but we had a class or two together, and there was always recess.  Then 7th grade came, twice the number of class changes.  We still only had a few classes together, but she and I and another girl, Lisa (whom we also met in 6th grade), became a clique.  We were the 3 musketeers!  Not really, but the 3 of us were welded to the hips.  We passed notes between classes, ate lunch together, talked about boys, and dreamed about a future.

She came up rough with a father who drank way too much, and loved way too little I think, and a mother who worked her fingers to the bone to make up the difference and keep the engine running.  Long story short, life just beat the crap out of her.  Like most of  us, it wasn't all bad, she raised a couple of beautiful kids too.  But this last year has been the worst of her life.  An old story, husband has a mid-life, leaves wife of 30-something years for a younger woman, nasty divorce ensues, battle lines drawn, punches thrown, bail's posted, until finally it was over.  And she drank.  More than she should have.  And she stopped caring I think.  I dunno.  But she was getting better.  Learning to live on her own for the first time in her life, a great circle of friends who loved her to pieces and watched over her.  Just when we thought it was over, her brighter days were coming, she had even been talking about dating again.  Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water, tragedy.  Her mother passed away suddenly, unexpectedly.  Her last solid rock, was gone.   Less than a week later, my friend was found passed away in her apartment.  And apparently passed quietly in her sleep.  It was the last straw, her little heart just couldn't take any more. 

She grieved her self to death.  Over a sorry rat of a husband, and a loving mother she couldn't live without.
My friend passed away.  And I am sad.

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