11 June 2007

She's gone?

My friend/mentor/mother-figure/big sister/teacher died on June 1st. Putting it here makes it painfully real. I get waves of sorrow and grief. Unbidden.

I can't call D to tell her something monumental happened. Her being gone is the monumental thing that has happened.

She died on her husband's 77th birthday. Her last words were “happy birthday.”

She was 70.

I wish now I had saved her last phone message to me. But I erased it knowing I would talk to her again.

I don't know, I just...