I haven't written about ...

Jan 28, 2008 17:26

... my friend Deb for a long time, and now I've run out of new experiences to have with her. She passed away - at home in her sleep - early New Year's morning.

We were in Vegas for New Year's. One of my favorite places had offered us 4 nights and L_H said "sure". They set the room up so he could work pretty comfortably and I took advantage of the proximity of the machines. We have several friends that live out there so we had a chance to visit them, see their homes, share a meal, and catch up on our lives. Everybody except Deb and her husband, Tony.

I had called her home several times and talked to Tony, but she was sleeping nearly all the time. New Year's morning we decided to pick up some flowers and coffee cake and just "drop in" but there was no-one home when we got there. I half-hoped that Deb had rallied and wanted to go out for some fresh air, but I was pretty sure that hadn't happened. We left the gifts, with a note, and drove home later that day. The next morning I heard from Tony that he was sorry, but.....

I regret that I didn't get just one more chance to tell her that I love her. I DO NOT regret that she didn't wait for me.
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