Another Death



I learned tonight that a long-time friend of my family's passed away Monday. The mother,(I will call her Tracy) died of a heartattack like my Mom. I am only guessing at her age but she must have been around 58 years old. I grew up along side this other family since I was a baby. Tracy and her husband (I'll call him Joe) were best friends with my parents.Their daughter (Terry) was my bestfriend in my youth and their son (John) was close to my brother. Their family had already suffered the illness and death of the father, Joe, who had Huntington's disease about 15 years ago. There was a day when something happened so sad and regrettable that My parents and Tracy's Mom no longer spoke. It wasn't until my Mother passed away that our family and theirs connected again. They all attended her funeral last year. Death can certaintly put things in order, like how much someone means to us.

Anyway, my friend lost her father a while ago and now her Mother on Monday. I imagine the pain is deep. I still have my father although he doesn't seem to  be the same man he was.I can learn to love this new dad and remember with fondness the father that the stroke took from us. So, for tonight I am going to keep this short and let myself mourn her loss. I know that my pain will be connected to the pain of losing my own Mother as I already am feeling those memories washing in. I am going to bed early. Tomorrow I will come back to fill the pages with memories of my youth, maybe even about my friend's Mom. For tonight I hope for Peace, love and happiness to all of my friends and family. I have to believe there is a heaven... Goodnight.
~Stacy J. Roosa

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