Things Will Never Be the Same (Repost)

*This is a repost from March when I first heard that our friend was in the final stages of that damned-disease-that-shall-not-be-named. Well, she passed away this afternoon (Friday). Although I wasn’t terribly close to her, I looked up to her. She was my mom’s friend and she was always someone I looked forward to seeing. I saw her about once a year. She was the type of person who made an impact on you when she was around. She was always exactly herself. Never one to put on airs, never one to beat around the bush, never one to give a frak what anyone thought. She always gave it to you straight. I’ve known her most my life and the realization that she is gone is hard to comprehend. She loved to read. She was always a great one to seek out when it came to books on history especially. She accompanied us on tours of Gettysburg and Philadelphia feeding us tidbits of fascinating historical facts as we visited all the historical sites. Her laugh was hearty – guttural – sort of a rough yet endearing cackle and one that I could pick out amidst the din of a crowded room – much like my mother’s silly and lighter yet just as distinctive giggle. I thought it fitting to repost what I wrote last month. I hope you’ll indulge me as I toast her this one last time. I did add a sentence (in italics) towards the end of the original post.

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Every once in a while, Life catches you mid-stride, just when you are busy going on about your day. Everything is normal. All those you care about are doing their own thing. All is well. Or so it seems.  But then, everything grinds to a halt. There’s a shift in the universe.

And things will never be the same.

Someone you know, a dear friend, has been in the fight of their life for a few months now. This person has always been a force to be reckoned with. She’s the type that would cackle in the face of adversity and say, “Bring it on, you son-of-a-bitch.” But now. Not so much. Now that fight has slipped away and it is just a matter of time before she does as well.

That damned-disease-that-shall-not-be-named, but we all know it so well. All of us touched in some way or another by it – whether we want to be or not. Some make it through the pit of fire while others are not so lucky. It steals in like a thief in the night. One day all is well, or so it seems, and then in an instant everything changes.

And things will never be the same.

That damned-disease-that-shall-not-be-named has ripped through her body at hurricane speed taking everything she has –  all that fight – that wonderful fight she used to have and has knocked it right the hell out of her. This spunky, amazing, tough-as-nails woman.

I ache for my mom because I know she will most likely never get to see her friend again. Friends throughout high school, she and my mom were sort of an unlikely pairing – my mom was Sandy to her Rizzo. (That’s how I always pictured them, anyway) I think we really thought she would beat this damned-disease-that-shall-not-be-named. But that is not to be.

And it wasn’t.

Things will never be the same.

~In loving memory.

0 thoughts on “Things Will Never Be the Same (Repost)

  1. I am so sorry for your loss. My thoughts are with you and your family. So glad you shared this post again; it struck me so deeply the first time and there really is no better way to mark and pay tribute on a day like this.

  2. Yes, it was perfect to repost this. Perfect. I know that a little time has passed by now and hopefully some of the raw edges are not so raw anymore, but I am glad you knew her and I’m glad she had you and her mom in her life.

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