Seven

This really spoke to me as the anniversary of my friends death comes round again. It is so true. I miss her so much, our adventures, our late night chats drinking beer and watching the fire, our dramas, her being there for me and me being there for her, from being 13 through all the stages of our lives to 41 when suddenly and unexpectedly, she wasn’t there anymore.

It’s been seven years and she has missed so much, my cancer, a great big pandemic, parties, new houses, weddings, divorces, heatwaves and beach walking. But mostly her children growing up. Of her 4 children she saw one go to prom. She won’t get to see them as adults, their adventures, their partners, weddings & children should they choose to and all the up & downs of their lives. It sits heavy on me, I am angry on her behalf and there is no answer or no consolations. Just an uneasy feeling of injustice and overwhelming sadness that no amount of years can take away.

I miss her endlessly.