It was February 26, 2004. I called my dear friend to share the news. We’d met the day before and as she left, we hugged and I promised I’d call her as soon as I knew. She was at the top of my list, people to call as soon as we knew the sex of my baby.
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No answer. Again and again. No answer.
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Over the next few hours I called until finally a strange voice answered her phone. Answered and told me she was gone. She’d passed away that night. 30 years old. Healthy. My sweet friend. Shocking. Incomprehensible.
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She still sits in a moment in time, smiling in my wallet. My Joy. I close my eyes and hear her laugh and smile.
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Almost 6 years ago since that day. I kept in touch with her family for some time. Her mom and I wrote letters back and forth, holiday cards and notes. I think it may have helped us both.
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I often wonder how her parents move forward each day. Her mom and I no longer exchange regular letters, but we keep in touch via facebook. I opened my computer to see she’d updated her ‘status’ on Thanksgiving.
This woman, who lost her baby girl on the same day I knew I was having a baby girl somehow shares with her world…
"Life isn't about how you survived the storm, it's about how you danced in the rain."
Amazing. Keep dancing….she would be so proud. You are an inspiration.
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Thoughts for today… because most of our days are really easy to dance through.
~K
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