Ode to Ana
My best friend Ana died yesterday. It was very sudden, probably an embolism. I'm told there was no pain, but I wasn't there. She was only 46 years old. She leaves behind a 16-year-old son who has no other blood relatives.
I spent yesterday evening calling people who knew her and giving them the news. Everyone is in shock and most of them are breaking down and crying. All I feel is empty and angry.
She was the best friend I have ever had in my life. We finished each other's sentences and had revealed all our deep, dark secrets to one another. She was the one person in the world, other than my husband who always understood me and never judged me. I cannot even begin to explain what our friendship has meant to me.
Ana was the finest kind. She had suffered greatly in her life, but rose above the sadness and bitterness and gave compassion and kindness to everyone she knew. We were both only children, so we adopted each other as sisters. We even called each other "SIs." I miss her so much all ready.
Her son, Jeffrey, is going to need all the love he can get and I've already told him that he has mine. He's feeling lost and overwhelmed. So am I.
So, here's to the magnificent Ana Baca. May she be at God's side even as we speak.
Julianne
I spent yesterday evening calling people who knew her and giving them the news. Everyone is in shock and most of them are breaking down and crying. All I feel is empty and angry.
She was the best friend I have ever had in my life. We finished each other's sentences and had revealed all our deep, dark secrets to one another. She was the one person in the world, other than my husband who always understood me and never judged me. I cannot even begin to explain what our friendship has meant to me.
Ana was the finest kind. She had suffered greatly in her life, but rose above the sadness and bitterness and gave compassion and kindness to everyone she knew. We were both only children, so we adopted each other as sisters. We even called each other "SIs." I miss her so much all ready.
Her son, Jeffrey, is going to need all the love he can get and I've already told him that he has mine. He's feeling lost and overwhelmed. So am I.
So, here's to the magnificent Ana Baca. May she be at God's side even as we speak.
Julianne