We met the summer between junior high and high school. We roomed together in college. We critiqued each other’s writing. We kept in touch by phone, then by letter, then by email. Once a month, I drove over to Louisville to have coffee, lunch, and beer with her. She was my most loyal and prolific commenter here on the blog. She painted this to test out some new paints, then threw it away. I rescued it.
She introduced me to Beethoven’s Violin Concerto, Georgette Heyer’s Regency novels, Alice Cooper, Alice’s Restaurant, science fiction conventions, the Society for Creative Anachronism, and craft beer.
She got cancer. Had it removed. Decided against follow-up chemo. Her July scan was clear. Her September scan showed her too advanced for surgery, too advanced for any intervention. Yesterday, she died at home, with her brother Jimmy at her side. I had talked to her Friday and was going to visit her again tomorrow.
I’ve been holding her troubles in my heart, not wanting to dump my angst into the already angst-ridden pool of the internet, but today I just want you to know why I’ve been neglecting visiting and commenting on my blog-buddies’ posts, and being generally terse.
This blog may go dark for a week or maybe not. Tipper may keep things going on Caturday. Maybe I’ll be back on track tomorrow.
Jane was fine with shuffling off this mortal coil. She was all, “I was going to have to think about knee replacement surgery. Now I don’t!” and “Hey! I never have to go to the dentist again!” and “I’ve always been afraid of Alzheimer’s. I get to miss that!” She kept apologizing to me because she was really okay with going, but she knew I’d be lonely without her. How could I not miss a person like that?
Here’s to my bestie. She will be sorely missed.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Forget writing today. Cherish a friend.