The Easter Piglet
Two years ago today, my best friend Margaret died in a hospital bed. She was bleeding internally and suffering irreversible organ damage, from alcoholism. She was only 51 years old. We'd been best friends for 40 years, and she meant so much to me. We'd lived through junior high and high school, rock concerts and boyfriends, weddings and baby showers, heart ache and joy. I can't think back on my life without remembering her at my side. I always thought we'd grow old together, planning meet-ups in our old stomping grounds in the bay area where we'd catch up, reminisce, and marvel at our lives. It still feels almost impossible that she's gone. I traveled to San Francisco for her funeral service -- really, it was only a graveside internment service. It took place a few days after Easter, and I stood in the cemetery with my heart in my throat, still in shock. It was unreal to see her laid to rest very close to where my parents are....