A dear friend of mine died about a week ago. She was only fifty-three and had been battling cancer. We had been chatting on Facebook and she was encouraged because the chemotherapy seemed to have worked because she was cancer-free. I was going to see her while visiting Vancouver, British Columbia. She had grown up with my brother.
We would have gotten caught up. She would have shared her passion for art, which I had never known and I would have shared photos, stories and videos of my past year in Europe. We would have reminisced about our college days that still seem like only yesterday. Continue reading