Spring rain falling, predictably just after I had watered the front garden.
I’m feeling very sad today because my much-loved friend Trish died yesterday after a long battle with lupus and heart disease. She was 58 and wanted so much to have more time with her small grandchildren. Although she never saw me drunk during our 18 years of friendship, she knew me as depressed, tired, anxious, prickly, touchy, etc, all the stuff that goes with active alcoholism, and I am glad I could be a better friend to her in recent years.
I shall miss her so much.