Goodbye, My Friend...

Yesterday, my hairdresser and dear friend, Pat, lost her husband. He died in his sleep. Ironic thing is I was at their house getting my hair done downstairs, while he was lying dead in the bed upstairs. We chatted while she finished with everyone's hair. We made plans to go to the Obama inauguration party on Tuesday evening, she and Randy, me and Mike. When I left, I noticed Randy’s truck was still in the driveway and we hadn’t heard a sound from upstairs all morning. He’s usually up and about and he comes downstairs to speak to us girls before leaving the house. Not today.

About an hour after I got home, I received a call from my friend. She sounded so hurt and weak. I knew something was wrong. She handed the phone to her son who informed me of Randy’s passing. I could not believe what I was hearing. All I could think of was the pain my friend must be feeling. I was numb. Next thing I knew, I was speeding down the parkway to get to Pat’s house as fast as I could. Not knowing what to say or do, but knowing she must have been devastated and wanting to provide comfort in some way, any way.

I cannot imagine my life without my best friend and soul mate. Suddenly you become so aware of how precious life is and how things can change in a blink of an eye. We take for granted that our family and friends are going to be here tomorrow. Be good to yourself and your loved ones. Remember to take time to tell them how much they mean to you and that you love them.

I’m sorry for my friend’s loss but am comforted with the knowledge that God will take care of both of them, on earth and in heaven. Goodbye, my friend, Randy. I love you and will miss you dearly!