Friday, February 27, 2015
I don't think I can stand anymore.
Another friend, a very dear friend, dies this afternoon after a very brief illness. Yeah, her name was Laura. I've known her for nearly 30 years. She was 14 years older than me but we spent a lot of time together. Concentrated time as she'd moved away and I'd spend weekends with her and she stayed one time with me out here on the Edge.
I spoke to her last about 10 days ago. She'd had a few health issues but was recovering beautifully.
I posted the picture of the movie up there as we both loved that movie and we each had a copy.
The memories are crowding in on me now, so very, very many. We spent a huge amount of time together and she was enormous fun, I loved her laugh. She was dedicated to the colour purple and to a husband who typified the "Long Goodbye" - he had 20 years of Alzheimer's.
She embraced technology quite late in life and I loved her cheerful emails. And her cards. She'd find a card and think of me and pretend it was my birthday and send it to me. It became a long standing joke.
I did a post about her finding and loving a son she'd given up for adoption when she was 15 - 60 years later.
And I can't find it which distresses me.
It's as if I could hold on to her longer if I found it.