When I saw the email that had her name in the title, I’d assumed one of my oldest friends had a funny story about another old friend. Someone always had a story about this girl…
But that wasn’t what the email was about.
The email said that she’d died.
We’d talked over Facebook. The last time was almost a month ago, to the day.
I could tell she was reaching out. She needed someone to listen.
I did listen, and talk to her. We shared old stories. I could tell she was not in a happy place in her life, but we’d talk again. We’d meet for coffee one day soon.
Except, we never will.
And it’s weighing heavily on me. Because my life is busy and full, and sometimes I can’t be bothered with other people and things. I wish she would have just said, “I need help.” I wish I would have “just known” she needed help.
Several years back, another old friend had a tragedy happen. It was one of those times you “wish you’d talked under better circumstances”, but I’ll never forget something she said: “I’m glad his mind is finally at rest.”
I feel this way about my old friend. Regardless of the circumstances, she is a person worthy of peace.
I hope she has found it.