i knew that i would get the call sooner than later...what with all the news i've been getting about your condition worsening.
despite me knowing it was coming though, it still didn't make it any easier to take.
it makes me sad to think that there were many opportunities lost to have more conversations with you...because the ones we did have were great.
you were intelligent, poised and pretty darn funny.
i recall you telling me the story of your courtship with jack...how he called so many times in the beginning. how you never picked up the phone.
refused to talk to him.
would have your sister say you weren't there or were unavailable.
playing hard to get.
...and i remember thinking, "wow. they just don't make women like you anymore."
i regret not visiting you more in the end.
i'm sorry about that.
i'm really bad about knowing what to say or how to act.
i'm glad i got to tell you the last time i saw you that you have a great shaped head.
seriously...it was a great shaped head.
i'm glad i got a laugh out of you and got to see you smile.
...and that's how i'll remember you.
last thanksgiving, we all went around the table and volunteered what we were thankful for...
you said, "that i'm still alive!"
...jack got teary-eyed...
and we all had a laugh...
but it was true and it was sad.
...and the sadness of it all wasn't completely apparent until now.
you're going to be missed.
birthdays and holidays won't be the same without you.
...but the suffering is over now and i hope you're in a better place.
we'll all do our best to carry on, but, in our memories and in our hearts no one will ever replace you.
r.i.p jean williams
till we meet again.
much love,
friday
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