A long-time friend passed away
Yesterday I found out that a long-time friend of mine passed away almost a year ago. She was the very person that introduced me and my husband.
We two couples used to get together often, like going to plays, celebrating New Year’s and the Fourth of July.
But over time we drifted apart… They had three kids while we stayed childless. After they got divorced we tried to see them separately but it was not easy.
She was later diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. She may not have been even fifty at that time, quite a rare case. Once I made an appointment to get together with her, but when I visited her room in an assisted living facility, she was doing something with somebody else. She looked surprised to see me. Maybe she didn’t remember our appointment.
That was the last time I saw her. Now I regret, why I didn’t make another effort to see her…
I searched and found her obituary on the internet. She was four years younger. Her smile on the photo looked so lively.
Do I miss her? Very much. Do I feel sad? Not much. Her photo on the obituary has hit me with this truth. She went earlier, but I will follow her eventually. When exactly, I don’t know, but the day will certainly come. And I’m getting closer and closer to that moment each day.
After drifting apart for so long, now I feel so close to her. Her life and my life are not that different.