Yesterday would have been Muff's 49th birthday.
I would have called her, wished her a happy birthday and we could have talked for at least a few hours about all kinds of things, from books to writing to her family and her wonderful job at the Marshalltown Library.
I would have sent her a gift of some kind, usually something with an Irish theme, and some books, of course, because we shared a deep love of reading.
She would have scoffed at all the new E-book readers, such as the iPad, and we would have claimed solidarity in our choice of having real books in hand to enjoy.
My bright star and friend has been gone for two years and two months, and I still miss her all the time. I think of her often, and wish I could talk to her just once more.
There are not enough words to describe the hole left in my soul.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Second Anniversary
Yesterday was the second anniversary of my best friend's death.
Yes, I still miss her.
I found this news item that I know she would have loved, because she would have been thrilled that our new president was a reader, and that he bought books in our home state of Iowa (in Iowa City, which isn't too far from Marshalltown).
In raw video http://news.shelf-awareness.com/ct.jsp?uz3642037Biz9365843, see the
Customer-in-Chief at Prairie Lights last Thursday.
Yes, I still miss her.
I found this news item that I know she would have loved, because she would have been thrilled that our new president was a reader, and that he bought books in our home state of Iowa (in Iowa City, which isn't too far from Marshalltown).
In raw video http://news.shelf-awareness.com/ct.jsp?uz3642037Biz9365843, see the
Customer-in-Chief at Prairie Lights last Thursday.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Coming Up on the Second Anniversary
In roughly three weeks it will be the 2nd anniversary of Muff's death.
Though the 'hole' she left behind in my heart hasn't healed completely, it is less painful than it was two years ago.
Still, not a week goes by that I don't think of her, and remember what a good friend she was to me.
She would have enjoyed being on Facebook and chatting with me about books and libraries. She would have commiserated with me through the hard financial times my family has slogged through for the past two years, and she would have rejoiced in Nick's growth and accomplishments. She was, and I like to believe still is, his godmother.
She gave me sane and rational advice when I needed it, laughed with me about life's absurdities, and we'd cry together over the loneliness she felt in not having a life partner or someone to love who could share her appreciation of books, music, Dr Who, writing, Cyrano De Bergerac and all things Irish.
I will miss her 'sagas' and her wit, the way she ate a sandwich (she tore it into bits and ate like a mouse, in small bites) the way she would poke holes in pomposity, pretentiousness, ignorance and prejudice. She couldn't bear the fact that children were going hungry when she could help, so she sponsored a child in a third world country. She also wrote to the troops, because she felt compelled to lift their spirits and let them know they were not forgotten back home in the US.
She was remarkable, talented, brilliant and a wonderful friend who died too soon.
And she lives on in my memory.
Though the 'hole' she left behind in my heart hasn't healed completely, it is less painful than it was two years ago.
Still, not a week goes by that I don't think of her, and remember what a good friend she was to me.
She would have enjoyed being on Facebook and chatting with me about books and libraries. She would have commiserated with me through the hard financial times my family has slogged through for the past two years, and she would have rejoiced in Nick's growth and accomplishments. She was, and I like to believe still is, his godmother.
She gave me sane and rational advice when I needed it, laughed with me about life's absurdities, and we'd cry together over the loneliness she felt in not having a life partner or someone to love who could share her appreciation of books, music, Dr Who, writing, Cyrano De Bergerac and all things Irish.
I will miss her 'sagas' and her wit, the way she ate a sandwich (she tore it into bits and ate like a mouse, in small bites) the way she would poke holes in pomposity, pretentiousness, ignorance and prejudice. She couldn't bear the fact that children were going hungry when she could help, so she sponsored a child in a third world country. She also wrote to the troops, because she felt compelled to lift their spirits and let them know they were not forgotten back home in the US.
She was remarkable, talented, brilliant and a wonderful friend who died too soon.
And she lives on in my memory.
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