So why am I standing in the middle of a cemetery waxing philosophic about life and death? Yesterday was my very best friend's death day. Jonna died March 19, 2017 of colon cancer. She battled it for four, long years. I always thought she'd beat it but it basically took over and killed her liver, game over after that.
I spoke at her funeral. We used to do everything together. We met for lunch almost everyday of the work week. She was my skating buddy, my walking buddy, the gal that pushed me to be better. For some magical reason, she helped me feel balanced, centered. She was THAT friend.
I took the day off because I wasn't sure what kind of shape I would be in. I'm glad I did. I had a great day, which sounds weird, but that cloud that's been encompassing me finally lifted, at least a little. I went to Jonna's grave in the Goshen Cemetery, took her daffodils from my yard, a diet coke, and chex snax with peanut M&M's added. Then we talked...well, I talked. Once I started I was surprised at how easily it came.
I told her all about the last year. I told her a married a couple. I could hear her say, "You did not?!!" Yeup, their officiant bailed and you'd be surprised how easily you can get ordained to perform marriages on the internet. Didn't even cost me a dime. I told her about my quest to do Adventures A - Z. How I was having a hard time without her so I concocted this quest. (When we went to lunch we'd always go on "Quests".) I was going to have an adventure for every letter of the alphabet and hopefully, she would come with me on each one.
I told her I wished she was still here. Then I realized that if I was going to wish, I'd wish that she never had cancer. This is when the cloud started to dissipate. I could feel her there with me and I realized that she was okay and was doing alright. She was where she was supposed to be and I was where I was supposed to be. I talked and cried and laughed. When I was out of words, I really didn't want to leave. The last time I left that spot was at her burial and it gutted me. Now, however, I knew that she was happy and so when I left I called, "See ya soon!"
Life is fleeting, it goes by in the blink of an eye. As Jacob wrote in the Book of Mormon, "...our lives passed away as if it were unto us a dream." Jacob 7:26
