I had a friend named Joy My best friend for 25 years. She died after a life long success with depression... Suicide was her kryptonite. After undergoing electroshock therapy, she changed. Her depression manifested. She wished to move somewhere a here she could die in peace. That it would be legal... Hard to deal with the fact that I couldnt save her....when I returned from Kansas City as I was at hospital then hospice....I broke my hand...being uninsured, and a hairstylist...this was devastating and timing couldnt be worse. Soon after the hand break, I rear ended a car.. Chipped my tooth... Had an IRS levy on my account, and am still struggling with my household that is falling apart. I find Joy in capturing pictures. I find peace in a photo.. After constructing a bracelet made if Joys hair I came to this conclusion.. I am blessed beyond measure.... The blessing was to be sitting in the bends of her knees while she completed her Journey while here on earth. Raising multi million dollars for non for profit organizations... And being the best friend to me that I could ever have. I could have been asked to leave. Instead I was privileged to maintain her dignity... Basically mAke her look like she wasnt dying...knowing she was... Doing her hair. Nails, make up...knowing it would be for the last time. I wonder if someone would do that for me....? I know she would. Joy.... I miss you like crazy. I am mad that my begging for you to live didnt save you. I miss you like my tomato Plant on my back porch misses rain...
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 01:31:06 +0000