Saturday, May 13, 2023
Nancy was such a good friend. Even though we lived on different coasts she still listened to me complain and made me laugh. No matter what came her way, she always turned it into some sick comedy I could truly appreciate. She always reminded me that everyone has their own journey and I should just live mine. I will miss her freaking out that I was always thinking of her right before she called me. I will miss her greatly. Thank you for being my friend and putting up with me all these years. Love you, hon. In her memory I’m posting part of a Maya Angelou poem:
“And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.”
— Maya Angelou always turned it into some sick comedy I could truly appreciate. She always reminded me that everyone has their own journey and I should just live mine. I will miss her freaking out that I was always thinking of her right before she called me. I will miss her greatly. Thank you for being my friend and putting up with me all these years. Love you, hon. In her memory I’m posting part of a Maya Angelou poem:
“And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.”
— Maya Angelou
