Today, I am sad, because I found out yesterday morning that my friend, Kim, had passed away. She had been very, very sick and in the hospital since Thanksgiving. I kept thinking that she would get better, but it was not meant to be. She leaves behind 2 daughters, ages 23 and 17, and the youngest daughter is special-needs. Thankfully, she has a very supportive family, and they have committed themselves to doing what they can for the girls.
Kimmie (as I called her) was not very old, only 47 years old, but she had been sick for a long time. She had Crohns Disease, just like me, but she also had liver disease and heart problems. All 3 combined just were too much for her body to handle. She did not suffer at the end, as she had been unresponsive for a number of days, and just "slipped away."
I first met her when my family moved into the neighborhood that her family lived in (I was 10 and she was 12). We lived only 2 doors away from each other, and even though our family backgrounds were very different, she and I became friends early on. We'd walk to school together, and that was always fun. She could turn a simple walk into an adventure!! She never did live down the episode of trying to outrun the yappy little neighborhood dog while wearing clogs!!!
I will always remember her for her very witty personality and hilarious answering machine messages that she used to leave me. Her ability to look on the bright side of life will never be forgotten.
"To everything there is a season, and time for every purpose under the heavens: A time to be born, and a time to die..."