Many years ago I knew a wonderful woman. We were good friends, but, since she lived across the water we drifted apart and didn’t see each other for a long time. Many ears later I ran into her sister. “How is your sister doing?” I asked.
“She died,” she said. “She had a blood clot in her leg and it went to her brain.”
I was shocked and saddened. And I realized that, even if I never saw her again, I liked knowing that someone as wonderful as my friend was out there somewhere. So not only did I miss her, I missed living in that world.
Monday, Anya and Edison!
It doesn’t seem that getting trapped in the tent was the worst thing in the world to happen heheh.
This is a very touching page, however.
This page has a lot of resonance for me. I had a lover/friend who I needed to distance myself from because she was too much of a wild child working as a prostitute/stripper who loved her drugs and I was leaving that lifestyle behind to become a professional commercial/artist’s model. She was very dear to my husband and we always hoped that she mellow out a little bit, since she was so beautiful, brought so much joy to others and had so much untapped potential.
I was absolutely devastated when I did a search for her online, only to find out that she died of a heroin overdose. She was such a ray of light. The world seems darker without her.