Next Tuesday marks the third anniversary of the passing of my best friend, Muff Larson, God rest her soul.
Last week there were a plethora of Irish shows on PBS about Ireland, Irish music, Irish history and language and Irish artists and authors. I recorded several on our DVR and tried my best to watch them all, though it was hard because as Tommy Makem was extolling the virtues of the Irish landscape and historic places, I kept thinking I could call Muff on the phone and tell her about this great program that was on, and hope she could watch it so that we could discuss it. Then comes the pain of realization that I will never be able to call her again, hear her voice, chat with her about all and sundry, laugh about our foibles, and share as friends. Then I cry, and wonder why, again, such a wonderful person was taken from this world too soon.
I hope you're having a marvelous craic wherever you are, my friend.
You are still dearly missed.
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Hello, DeAnne -- I happened upon this when researching something else entirely. I recall with fondness my youth in "Motown," a great deal of which was spent at the side of this delightful person, my childhood "partner in crime." She was my dear friend from first grade at St. Mary's School, through senior year at Clarke College (now University) in Dubuque. Sadly, circumstances, divergent temperaments and unfortunate misunderstandings resulted in our going separate ways. I am so glad that you and Muff shared such a warm sisterhood and that you have the treasured memories of the times you spent with her. I am so sorry to read of her passing.
Regards,
Mary (Karl) Cervantes
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