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Grieving When You Don’t Know How
My mind has become a little unpredictable.
Rhonda and I met for lunch on Tuesday. She was heading down to Tucson with her fiance that afternoon and had a couple hours off. I was working from home. We sat outside on the bright colored patio of a Mexican restaurant and had a margarita. She brought me an amazing beach sarong with Frida Kahlo on it that she got the previous weekend in Cabo San Lucas.
It was a perfect afternoon. The weather had just cooled and we talked about how amazing the lady who owned the place looked. I told my friend that my new goal in life was to start wearing earrings. She made a point to tell me how happy our afternoon made her.
We planned to make lunch like that a regular thing. That would never happen. Four days later, she’d suffer a brain aneurysm that led to complications that took Rhonda from us forever.
To say that I’m devastated would be an absolute understatement. I’m a mess and I don’t know what to do with myself. A lot of us are.
The first time I lost a close friend was six years ago. It was sudden. Xavier wasn’t feeling well and checked himself into the hospital. A few days later, he was gone.
