Another friend of mine died today. I first met her online and then again in Westport. She wasn't feeling well then; her treatment was taking a toll on her. She was so gentle and caring and laid-back. I loved her voice; it was so smooth.
She was famous, too, sort of; she was interviewed on CBS as part of virtually walking for cancer. You can see her interview here.
She was doing so well just a few months ago, and then everything just seemed to fall apart. Her liver started failing and she couldn't have chemo and finally, hospice was called in. She lived in Westport on the beach and chose to stay at home, where she could see and smell the beach. We and others sent flowers because she loved the smell.
Last night she died with her husband and doggy by her side. I can't imagine a more peaceful passing; I just wish it didn't have to happen... and least not for a long time. I'm going to miss her. She was a beautiful, warm, and funny person and this world is not the same without her. Rest in peace, Amy.
And a big fuck you, cancer. Stop killing my friends.