On July 6 I wrote this post about my dear friend, Anne, who was diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer. On Saturday night a friend informed me that she had passed away that afternoon. What was weird was that ten minutes before I found out I suddenly got emotional and weepy for no apparent reason. I don't know if it was coincidental or connected, but I thought it was interesting.
I wish you could have known Anne. If joy, laughter, light, energy, life, and love could be personified, it would be Anne. It's so fun to read all the nice things people have been writing about her. It's clear that everyone who knew or was touched by her feels the same way about her as I do: she was one of the most beautiful souls, inside and out, that I have ever known.
Anne died as she lived, as fully as possible and with no regrets. When she walked in a room, it was like getting a breath of fresh air. I shall miss that.
I truly think the world is poorer for the loss of Anne (although I know Anne is still very much with us). Anne was truly too good for this world and heaven is truly fortunate now. But those of us left behind are heartbroken.
I know you're still around, Anne, but I can't wait to see you smiling face and to feel your warm embrace and energy again.
I love you.