The mother of my best (soul-mate) friend has passed away. It was expected, but I had hoped that there would be a little bit more time for her and her daughter. Only 3 months ago we were at her house for St Nicholas. She was playing tennis on the new Wii, although very ill already. We were all laughing – giggling like small children, we stayed up late having a good time. That is and will be the last most recent memory of her for me. She was so brave, throughout her long-term illness. She had a zest for life and she knew how to laugh. Laughter with her is what I will remember most, as well as the feeling of cosiness when we – as children and later teenagers – would be at my friend’s house, drinking tea (hot chocolate) with cookies, chatting away. She also always had good advice on things, sometimes it was easer to talk to her than to my mum, because she wasn’t my mum. She was also the one who had the patience to teach me to ride a bike. Thank you.
B – You will always be in my mind, your laughing face, your understanding of silly jokes, your patience and kindness and your very brave fight and will to live.
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