My mother's best friend died today. She was a sweetheart of a lady. I met her when she and my mother were both single working moms who gave each other love and affection and someone to share their current state of life with, someone to share laughter and tears. Annie was a bright star of joy whenever she came to our home. I remember going to the movies with my mom and Annie and being embarrased by how loud and obnoxious their laughter was, thinking that everyone around us was being bothered. Only later did I appreciate their pure joy at being together, their zest for enjoying each other's company. She was indian and chose to return to the reservation to care for her father and be there to watch her grandchildren grow up. With a sister who was manipulative, breaking into her apartment and stealing things and a son who is even now in jail, she did not have an easy life. One of those rare people who always had a smile and a laugh, no matter what the other did to her. And now she's gone. 59 is too young to die. I have never been one to abuse the word 'fair' knowing that we all make our own way, create our own fortune. But tonight I can't help but think....she deserved better.
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