The voice on the other end wasn't my friend, Anne. It was her husband, Craig. I knew something was wrong. He said, 'It's not who you think it is, I knew you would think it was Anne.' He asked me where I was and if I was sitting down. I sat in a big chair the store had for sale and held my breath. He asked me if I was alone and I told him there were people around but I was at an antique store. Then he told me that Anne was gone. She passed away the night before.
You hear people talk about having a brush with death and in that moment when they feel they are truly in mortal danger, they see 'their life pass before their eyes.' When Craig told me she was gone, moments from our twenty year friendship passed through my mind. We were in PTA together, we served on a community advisory council together, we took classes at Mesa State College together. We took care of each other's kids, we cooked for each other's families when one of us had to be out of town for a few days. Anne was energetic, goal-oriented and adventurous. She was incredibly organized and knew how to motivate people. She was an amazing person and now she's gone. She and Craig just celebrated their 30 year anniversary and now he's a widow. They have three grown children, two that live close by and one that works for the State Department and is currently on assignment overseas. I'm sure he'll be home to support his dad
I'm not making much sense, even to post about something like this. But it's what's on my mind so there it is. I wonder if this incredibly wonderful person that was my friend knew how much she meant to me. I wonder if I was as good a friend to her as she has been to me.