💙 I spoke with my friend today. We reminisced about growing up, growing apart, but still finding time to be there for one another when we need to. I was happy to hear her voice — I actually needed to hear it, you know? I’ll be sending the flowers out on Friday, the funeral will come and go and a woman I loved — my mother’s childhood friend, will be put to rest.
My friend told me how much of the family got to speak to her over the phone while she was in the hospital and how hearing their voices improved her overall mood, but she died the next day. My friend to me: “Tremaine, it was like she was just waiting to hear from us, you know? Just waiting so she could die.”
When I tell you I almost broke down hearing that?! I was nearly no good, Jess. Thank you for reading. 💙