There is something about having a childhood friend die that slaps you into a special kind of mortality. Memories immediately come flooding back, and you wonder how you made it this far, while your friend did not. That’s how it hits me, anyway.
I’ve been feeling a bit rattled by the news all day, even though this childhood friend and I haven’t spoken since the 20-year class reunion back in 1998.
I want to write more about her, but first I must let things marinate, gather some thoughts and memories, and proceed from there.
This could take time.