This afternoon, I received the saddest type of phone call; news of the death of a friend. The mother of a very good friend of ours passed away Friday after battling cancer for years. My friend was a part of the Phenom's production for a couple of seasons, and then moved on to another show. But, we remained friends over the years. I threw a crawfish boil to celebrate the announcement of her wedding. I've been one of the "people" she called from the hospital after her children were born.
Her mother was the quintessential southern woman. Beautiful, gracious, loving, terrific hostess, and a real fighter when called upon. She was one of those women who took in her children's friends as extensions of her own family. She could appreciate silliness, but embodied sophistication. And, she was drop dead gorgeous -- even as disease robbed her of her strength. Her mother and I shared a birthday, too. Every year, we would exchange cards. Well, this year I didn't get a card . . . which made me worry that she was doing poorly.
My friend called me to give me the news, and ask me to share it with her friends here. I've tried calling three people, and each time wasn't able to get through the message without my voice cracking and me ending up in a puddle.
The 10th anniversary of the Phenom's own mother's death is this week. It's hard to see the world bursting with new life, and know that elsewhere, the world has stopped for people you love.
1 comment:
I'm so sorry to hear about your friend. You're a good friend to make those phone calls, that's not an easy thing to do and I'm sure you did it very well and with a lot of compassion.
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