Funeral For A Friend

Last night my wife went to the funeral for one of her dearest friends. It was a very unexpected death, complications from food poisoning from the looks of things. She was just 47 years old. They met at work, and became good friends, and not just at work, but they did things together also. The Funeral, she says, was nice enough, as these things go, but it's always hard when the person who is officiating didn't know the deceased, although they did open the floor for friends and family to speak, so that always makes for a nice service. It's always hard when you lose a friend, but when it is a total shock, as it was in this case, it can be very hard to accept. Mirtha, my wife's friend, was on vacation in New York, visiting her son, and other than smoking, her health was just fine. Amy (my wife) was going to see her when she got back last Friday afternoon. Friday morning, while Amy was getting the kids ready for school, the phone rang, and it was Mirtha's brother, who was with her in New York, telling us that she had died the night before, just minutes before they were going to be getting into the car to come home. By the time the family realized that she was in serious distress, and called 911, it was too late. The grief will always be there, and be real, but the memories of the good times can bring some comfort. I know that this has been a sad post, but it has also been a sad week. Amy, you will get through this, and Mirtha, you will be deeply missed.