I had intended to write a blog about my very recent trip to England. But unfortunately, I received very bad news when I arrived home. Instead of a light and breezy travel blog I hope you can forgive this snippet on grief and sorrow. I received a message from a friend of a friend. As soon as I read it, I knew it couldn’t be good news about our mutual friend. I learned that our friend died in a car accident.
I’m heartbroken.
I am grieving her loss. She was such a bright light, such a happy, exuberant, caring and thoughtful person. Everyone who knew her liked her.
I always thought when we lose someone they are in some limbo or in pain. I guess as I’ve aged, I’ve come to the believe and hope they are at peace, so what is the grief for? I think it’s more for the living. We grieve the loss of this person in our life. Selfish? Maybe. But very human.
Also, I find myself asking, “Why?”
Her name is Sara. We met freshman year of college over forty years ago and became fast friends. Sorority sisters, roommates and travel companions
She had a beautiful smile and a contagious laugh.
She was sewn into the fabric of my life, and I took for granted that those threads would remain intact always. But in one senseless, tragic act the threads were torn apart.
I’m only one of her family and many friends who are grieving and will continue to grieve her absence in our lives.
She and I cried on each other’s shoulders. We listened to each other’s woes, asked and gave advice, and confided and supported each other. I hope I was as good a friend to her as she was to me.
I do believe in God, and I do believe there is a place where you go and you’re at peace. And I have no doubt Sara lit up Heaven with her bright smile.
RIP my dear sweet Sara.
You will be missed.
Love you.
Fun & thoughtful stories
She was considerate about my anxieties. I was not comfortable with trains, so we took a bus for our four-day break during Shakespeare in England. Only to discover our bus couldn’t go into York because of a strike.
She humored me and jumped right in to attend a Gerard Butler fan event with me.
She caught my wedding bouquet.
She drove up to Michigan to catch one of my daughter’s performances and met me at Ball State to watch my son play a baseball game.
She was my Homecoming date for too many Homecomings to count.
Thank you for indulging me. My next post will be about my trip or writing related.
Anne Stone 