Sun through Rain
Friday, December 5, 2008
A friend, writing yesterday, described a friend. She is, my friend wrote. She is: a wonderful soul, smart, opinionated, talented, fearless, full of energy and passion and love.
That present tense: is.
And then this: She passed away last week at age 33 in a rock climbing accident.
The is and the was. The impossible breach between. The utterness of loss.
This blog, then, a tribute to my dear friend's dear friend.
2 comments:
How heartbreaking. Life is so precious.
I have learned about my friend's friend today. She fell while climbing Mount Shasta. She had a whole life before her. I feel stunned and silenced.
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