It is a strange and unhappy thing: the death of a good friend. When they pass, at least for me, it seems there is always a day where I think to talk to them about the sad death of my friend. It is almost instantaneous that the realization comes that of course I can't talk to them about it, because they are the one gone.
Friendship is an interesting part of life. It cannot be forced or predicted; it just comes one way or another, and it is full of blessings and sometimes challenges.
This particular friendship was born out of heartache for both of us, and now her burdens are long laid down.
Eventually I'll forget the sweet sound of her British accent saying, "I love you, Jen." I hope it takes a while.
Farewell, Rita. I'll sure miss you.
Sept 14, 1940 - June 13, 2024
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