A Saturday Night Twist

Holy Week is here; Palm Sunday is tomorrow. This week holds special meaning in the Christian faith. I find it important,  when dealing with grief. It marks a shift from death to new life. This year, the week feels very personal. I recently wrote a book about my brother Lou's passing,From Grief to Grace A therapists personal journey of healing after loss. Its not doing to much currently but is has gone worldwide which is something.   Grief has always been a companion.  

This morning, I learned my childhood friend dued We were close as kids, growing up next door. So many  memories, like late night swims in her pool  Summer  long Monopoly games at her house. I loved eating plum tomatoes from her yard. We'd add pepper, salt, and drink a 7 up knock off called  Bubble Up. As teens, we talked through our bedroom windows. Sharing teenage angst. She was my maid of honor at my wedding. I could write pages about. those times. 

I am shocked by her death, especially at a young age.  I am shocked she is gone.  I have felt panicky all day.  Our families were intertwined once  but those times are gone. Annmarie, I'm thankful for your friendship. You were supportive and  were a damn good  nurse. You left us too soon. Thank you for being my friend.  My twist of gratitude before Palm Sunday begins