The Passing of a Friend

Today Nancy died and I lost a friend who called me her soul sister. A person she had been seeking for years to have—one who thought like her--so she said. And, now, Nancy has gone on to heaven at a very young age. How happy her life must be now that the pain is gone, the fight is over, and she is dancing with joy in the presence of her Lord, Savior and Best Friend! We will miss her and those hopeful talks about the movie and what direction we might go. It was a dream and fun and a magical time of adults believing like children on the great ocean of possibilities that we could take that plunge and not drown and swim, skimming over the water with dolphins.

And, what can I say? It started off like any other winter day with lists are made and plans set and chores started. And, then, suddenly, it was like no other day. A friend, too young, passed from this life to the next—the long and eternal one that really matters. Why do these days here and now seem so important and so permanent even though they really amount to nothing—dust in the hands, blown away in the wind.

Good-bye, dear friend. Save me a place at the banquet table!