This morning I got the email. Although expected to come any day, I dreaded opening it. My friend Yadira passed away after a lengthy battle with Cancer. We became friends after meeting 4 years ago at the Ceeb. We clicked with our shared love for Jon Bon Jovi, good food, and our mutual distaste at the thought of ever having children. As people started to find out that she was sick, the questions she dreaded and the overly sympathetic looks started coming in. I didn't ask those questions, mainly as a protective mechanism, I suppose, as I knew I didn't know how to deal with it. I was happy to be her entertainment outlet. For her, it was enough to be the reality TV junkie with her and the celebrity gossip provider. I'm sure she would have preferred American Idol, Dancing With The Stars and People magazine all day any day over this.
I'm glad I got to see her before I came to Australia, but in my selfish way, I kinda expected her to be there when I got back. For her, the pain is finally over. In a better place as they say?
I will miss her. r.i.p. Yadira.
I'm glad I got to see her before I came to Australia, but in my selfish way, I kinda expected her to be there when I got back. For her, the pain is finally over. In a better place as they say?
I will miss her. r.i.p. Yadira.
