In loving memory
I have loads to catch up on. Loads of stuff to tell, and I'll try to get round to it later, but right now I'll just talk about today.
I feel a bit sad, because yesterday I heard that a friend of mine has died.
I'd never met her in real life (we talked online, and met through the hedgehog forum), but I count her as one of my true friends.
I'll miss her. The way she alway had something encouraging and supportive to say when I felt down, even when she had much bigger problems herself. The way she'd threaten Pete with a chainsaw, and shout at Nic to stop singing. The way she'd call me and Nic tarts when we fought over who was going to marry her son. ;) The huge amount of patience she had with her difficult husband (he has Alzheimer's), and the care she took with the hedgehogs she rescued and treated. And how upset she was when some of them died despite her best efforts. The way she'd tease Mark about his lovely smile until he blushed. The completely unexpected get-well-soon card she sent me when I had the 'flu. The million things that made her unique.
I commented earlier that at times like this I wish I could believe in God and heaven, that we live on in some way after we die and go to a better place - it might make me feel a bit better. But I don't believe it.
Life is so fragile. The person that she was is gone, and that makes me sad. All that's left is our memories of them.
Goodbye Boo. I won't forget you. >:D
I feel a bit sad, because yesterday I heard that a friend of mine has died.
I'd never met her in real life (we talked online, and met through the hedgehog forum), but I count her as one of my true friends.
I'll miss her. The way she alway had something encouraging and supportive to say when I felt down, even when she had much bigger problems herself. The way she'd threaten Pete with a chainsaw, and shout at Nic to stop singing. The way she'd call me and Nic tarts when we fought over who was going to marry her son. ;) The huge amount of patience she had with her difficult husband (he has Alzheimer's), and the care she took with the hedgehogs she rescued and treated. And how upset she was when some of them died despite her best efforts. The way she'd tease Mark about his lovely smile until he blushed. The completely unexpected get-well-soon card she sent me when I had the 'flu. The million things that made her unique.
I commented earlier that at times like this I wish I could believe in God and heaven, that we live on in some way after we die and go to a better place - it might make me feel a bit better. But I don't believe it.
Life is so fragile. The person that she was is gone, and that makes me sad. All that's left is our memories of them.
Goodbye Boo. I won't forget you. >:D