We began with a group of women that also knew my friend.
Her daughter danced to the music at her funeral. The vision of that creeps into my mind still. She crawled on my lap until my tears scared her away. The grief tied us all together like a ribbon. After the first run we participated in the year we lost her, we gathered after with wine and toasted her. "The joy of knowing her was worth the pain of losing her." We repeated the toast this year, the tenth year after losing her. Except this year we passed the words around on facebook, in text and under our breath at her grave. Each in our own way.
As time passed the ribbon loosened its hold on us. Time does not heal all wounds. It depends on what you do with the time. That's what Dr. Phil says and in this case, I believe him. Some of us continued on with Forever Friends and some of us moved on to other things. But whatever our decision it didn't change the feeling of being bonded to each other by an invisible force. A shared loss that became part of who we were.
Now the board of FFOH has only a few members that knew and loved her. But I think she would be very proud of what came about because of her. Not everyone can leave this world changing the lives of so many others. That takes an angel.
Thank-you for your time today!
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