On her good days, we talked about our teenage daughters, best friends since they were babies. We compared notes, across the country…she advised me, I advised her. We talked about the future, when she was well, and we would see each other more often, always somewhere near a beach.
One needs to be a bit proactive in divorcing the people in your life who have become deadwood. The problem is divorcing one’s friends can be as logistically and emotionally complex as ending a marriage.
For 54 years she had been my confidant, my interior decorator, my editor and my port in any storm. We shared the disappointments and joys of love, the births of our children, the death of our mutual best friend, and the deaths of our own parents.