I have a new friend who I met about a year ago. She’s a ‘friend of a friend’ and I rather like her quite a bit. She’s very artsy / theater type personality… she’s had quite the life — she’s been on a soap opera in the early 90’s (One Life to Live which is what my mother watched). She’s about 6 years older than I am… so shes in her middle 50s… she’s lived in California – to NYC. She’s traveled the world. Met very interesting people. Romance… friends… travel….. A trustifarian of sorts to be exact. She’s dabbled in local theater… I met her of all places as we gathered around a bond fire at a Christmas tree lot in Mountain Brook Al. Where all the cool cats hang obviously. We continued to cross paths along the year at First Tuesday Cocktail Club (FTCC) .
And then…… after seeing her this December (it’s now Feb)…. I have been notified that she got married this past weekend. I completely smiled when I learned this…. the flip side to that is that she’s dying. She’s been given 2 weeks to live. TWO WEEKS. Trying to wrap my mind around this news I received another text this evening (a week shy of two weeks) that the end is near. She’s been moved to hospice. Pain management. Cancer. I sit shaking my head thinking this is not fair. AT ALL. I wish to make a complaint. Why. How. Scared. Sad. Angry. Disbelief. Acceptance. Cheers to you sweet friend – as you journey on to parts unknown. Look for me…. help me when my time comes. For I will be scared and afraid. I’ll look for you. In the stars. Journey on. Journey on.