Mourning

I had lunch with Jenny and Carol today and Jenny shared the news that her mom

isn't doing well. The three of us cried off and on throughout lunch.

I used to call Annette my second mom and have always loved her so much.

Driving in the van, singing along to Anne Murray.

She'd always accidentally sing "In the morning when I die" instead of "rise" to Danny Boy

and Jenny would always tease her. And now that's what I accidentally sing.

Puzzles, movies, hot buttered cheerios, chocolate sheet cake.

Her laugh. Her hugs. Her treats.

It's terrible seeing one of your best friends in mourning. 

But even though we were so sad, its so therapeutic sharing hard stuff with best friends.