It has been 15 months since we laid our friend to rest and for us it seems never to end. We sit around and talk about why it had to be her, and not some stranger. We laugh at all the good times we had and the sorrow we shared. Sometimes we feel better, but, most often not. The hardest part is waking up mornings, looking out at the beautiful sky and sun and knowing she will never, ever be able to do that again.
Death is so final.
It takes so much out of the living and with each one that passes on a little more is taken from us. I am glad at least that I got to say goodbye to her and that the week I spent with her was so much fun. We laughed, cried and told ourselves how much we loved each other.