Please indulge me as I get personal today. I haven't paid much attention to my Blog recently. I have been dealing with real life and choices. My mind has been focused on my dear, dear friend from junior high school. She has been sick for a long time, but she was such a fighter that she always pulled through time and time again.
She has been a warrior as one thing after the other attacked her body. She always had a good attitude and was convincing that things would get better and she would be home soon.
Calling her a friend is an understatement. She was my twin self. All the years as friends I never recall a cross word between us. This picture is our last time we spent together. It was earlier this year. We rented a room in another state to have girl time and talk about anything we wanted to with no husbands or interruptions. One night turned into two. She felt good. We laughed, shared and cried. We recalled days of our youth. This time together I will cherish forever. This was a good choice!
Prior to this trip, she got a glimpse of just a few chapters of my upcoming book "Broken Pieces". Nothing in it was news to her, but she loved it and begged to read more. I thought there was plenty of time and I wanted her to read it in published form.
Something inside me made me tell her that I had written an acknowledgement to her in the book. It was during one of her brief episodes in the hospital. She was thrilled to be a part of it. My regret is that I did not tell her what I wrote because I wanted to surprise her.
She surprised me when she passed on to her Heavenly Home May 12th, 2018, before my book was published. Her name is Dianne Fowler Bean. Her legacy is love. She loved her husband, family, and friends. I was fortunate enough to be considered her BFF. Best Friend Forever - yes, that is what we were/are to each other.
To say I am in shock and immense grief would be putting it mildly. She was my rock and my hero. I have no doubt that she knew I loved her. We told each other every time we talked. I just wanted more time, another conversation, good advice, sharing another laugh or story, and possibly keeping another secret or thought just between us.
My life has been interrupted. "Broken Pieces" seems most appropriate today.
