Goddess Musings

Six weeks ago today, my best friend died very suddenly.

We had not talked on the phone in months, possibly as long as a year. We’d texted, but that’s never the same. I used to think that I’d call her on the weekend, and then the weekend would come, I’d get busy, and suddenly it was Monday and I never called.

She had been my best friend since we were about 13 years old. There was a 3rd friend to round out our little trio, but we’d long since lost touch with her. D and I always stayed in touch, no matter how far apart we were living. We grew up together in Los Angeles, but life took me to New Orleans from many years, and eventually ending up on the East Coast.

She was that friend that I could call anytime things went sideways. We’d had many late night calls, filled with tears, some happy, some sad, as we supported each other in the ways only those sister-friends can. She was that “ride or die” friend. We had many adventures over the years. When I lived in Nola, she’d frequently visit during the summer when she was off work.

One year a local old theater, Saenger Theater for any locals, played old movies. I’d gotten tickets for us so we could go, we watched “Rear Window” and another movie I can’t recall at the moment. We loved it.

On another trip, we were home one rainy afternoon and made a pitcher of margaritas. I had been talking about a couple of home renovation projects that I’d been planning for that fall. After a couple of those margaritas, D talked me into ripping all of the carpet out of the bedrooms, “…to get a jumpstart on redoing the floor!” And after those margaritas, it did seem like a great idea…until we’d actually ripped it out and realized how bad a shape the hardwood was underneath. We laughed as I made phone calls to suddenly start that project sooner than later.

We hadn’t seen each other in person in over 10 years. Life just took a lot of unexpected turns for both of us. I flew out for her wedding in 2008; I never dreamed that would be the last time I saw her in person.

I miss her everyday. I have thought of a thousand things that I should text her, only to remember she’s gone.

Always make the phone call. Write the email. Type out the text. Take the time to connect with your loved ones, before the time is gone.