It’s been twenty two years since my sister Martha died. Martha was 36. She was healthy. She exercised. She didn’t smoke. But she died. Since then, no death has seemed surprising to me.
Last week my old friend Sue Wuest died. Although we were no longer close, for many years Sue was like a sister to me and like an aunt to my children. We cooked together and hosted meals with friends. We supported each other and complained to each other about our co-workers. Then we became co-workers and it didn’t work anymore. I will remember those good years with Sue, enjoy the foods we shared together, and wear the lovely jewelry Sue made for me. I’ll think of her often.
Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible. – The 14th Dalai Lama
I remember Sue very well – I’m sorry to hear of her death.
I love you, Mom, and I’m sorry you lost your friend.