We walked there together during her last days and she made me promise not to cry when it was her time to go. She reached out to me and steadied herself. I took her hand. She was tired.
I kept my promise and have tried to be a good friend. This blog has been my therapy. It has helped me move through sadness, accept loss, appreciate life and discover the best part of friendship is what remains to remind us to laugh. Donna would have been 53 years old.