2 weeks

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.

“In the blink of an eye…. I never got to say goodbye… Like a shooting star across the room you were gone far too soon.”