Dear Sandy,
Tomorrow I’ll drive down to your hometown to hug your family. We’ll cry at our loss of having you near. I can’t say I’ll be telling you good-bye then. I did that two weeks ago on the phone. My gut said this was it, my heart didn’t want to hear it. Still I can’t help but smile through the tears so glad I got to tell you one more time, how much I love you my dear friend.
When I remember you it’s through smiles. I remember working together and how you were great to show me the ropes at a new company. Then started our monthly Girls Night Out (GNO as they call them now) at the Mexican restaurant with Kathy. We made a trio. We took a whole table for the night but always tipped accordingly while we dished over margaritas, chips and salsa, and dinner. I always got the extra hot green salsa, remember?Fun times!
Honestly it helped me cope with working full-time, having a toddler that moved on to middle school by the time our monthly meetings chapter came to a close. Different jobs, different companies, different people came and went for the three of us during those days but we held on to our regular meetings. Maybe it was augmented by the tequila but I know it was the friendship that kept it going.
Mary Louise Eklund 