Thirty years ago, I met a woman who became my best friend for many of those years. Today, her husband called to let me know that she died after a long illness. She was a fighter, battling numerous diseases in the course of her life, and she finally had no strength left. Her death at this point is not surprising, and it is merciful, but I haven't yet grasped the concept of a world without her.
Current Mood: mourning