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were so many questions left unanswered with Covid rearing its head at “ such an inopportune time. You/we had every right to be angry but I had
to put this to one side – ‘you’ were my priority.
I hope I was able to support you and be there for you, for I promised I
would stand by you – as you did me when I went through all the dramas in my life. Until I read back in my diaries I hadn’t realised just how much support you gave me – and how much it cost you in hospital car parking fees! You were a wonderful friend to me then – and always. I hope I was the same to you.
You were my best friend – what was I to do? I didn’t want to lose you. No, I DID NOT want you to go. It was unbearable to think of life without you... we’d talked about a ‘retirement’ holiday – a River Cruise down the Rhine or round the Scottish Isles – more afternoon teas... and now here we were. Why? Why you? Why is life so cruel?
You’ve been gone just over four months. Words can’t describe how much I miss you.
Let me tell you about the dream I had last night – we used to love talking about dreams...
It was a dream that featured you a lot and, as all dreams are, it was mixed up – but it was a happy dream.
In my dream one of the visions I had was of us sitting at your table at home one afternoon; you asked me if I would have your ‘jugs’ – we laughed! You had hundreds of little jugs displayed on your Welsh dresser – and every windowsill in your house – jugs you had bought at the many antique fairs we had gone to – jugs that were not expensive ... but jugs you loved. What was I to do with them? I lived in a one bedroomed flat! We talked about it – you adamant that they had to go to a good home. We agreed that they be sold at an auction (we’d always wanted to go to an auction) with the proceeds going to your favourite animal charity – me keeping one jug, as a keepsake – you joking that I wasn’t to ‘twitch’, scratch my head or do anything to suggest I was bidding for them!
As the afternoon progressed and we were chatting you came out with the words: “I’ve left you my friendship!” Such a profound statement – to which I didn’t respond but made a mental note that such words had to be the title of this chapter. And what a friendship it was! You sure did leave me with so many memories – memories of a friendship that in many ways is indescribable.
When we were out and about together, which was often, no-one was there to see and witness just how well we got on together, how we just ‘clicked’, how we simply enjoyed being in each other’s company and felt so at ease together. We were like sisters or, should I say, two overgrown, immature, childish schoolgirls on many occasions! You often said I was the sister you never had. When we worked together at Crazy Hats people would often say we were like an old married couple because of the banter we exchanged. We were like chalk and cheese and didn’t always see eye-to-eye on everything, neither did we like all the same things. Occasionally there would be quiet moments when,
You’ve been gone just over four months. Words can’t describe how much I miss yo”
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