Monday Mornings

It's Monday.

It’s Monday.

This weekend I went to a wake and funeral. A dear friend of mine had passed away last week.

I had known my friend since I graduated from college. At one point in our lives, we were very close. We lived in the same apartment building, and we hung out all the time. I mean ALL THE TIME. Then time goes on—jobs change, people move, kids come along, life happens—and you see each other less and less. You keep in touch occasionally but it’s never the same. And that’s ok. Life is a cycle. People come in and out of our lives. That doesn’t take away from the memories, the experiences, and the feelings shared.

And even though I hadn’t seen my friend in about 10 years, I have so many great memories with her and of her. These are just some of the things I love and remember about my friend Maureen.

  • She had the best sense of humor. I cannot tell you how much I laughed with her—I mean those rip-roaring sides aching, tears streaming down your face, snorting laughs. We had so much fun. She knew how to have fun, how to laugh, and have a sense of humor.
  • She loved to prank people, and it was near impossible to prank her back.
  • She had great style and taste that was uniquely her own.
  • She could rock a short pixie haircut better than anyone I knew.
  • She had quirky fears such as driving over bridges and would avoid them, taking the longer route if that meant not going over a bridge.
  • She loved to collect things. She had more stuff than most people yet somehow she made it all fit beautifully in her small home.
  • She loved to collect animals. She always had at least three dogs and a cat.
  • She could be sort of high strung, dramatic, and seemingly fragile but then when it came down to it, she was strong and could take care of anything and anyone.
  • She loved Halloween, she loved doing the costume thing, and she somehow managed to throw great Halloween parties always at someone else’s home.
  • She was shy and often broke out in hives when meeting new people or speaking in public but yet she had no problem walking up to musicians we had just seen in concert and talking with them. (We ended up drinking and playing pool with the band members.)
  • She made the best east coast lobster dinner.
  • She cared about her friends and family deeply. She loved connecting her friends—I met so many people through her—and she was very close with her family. (It’s one of the reasons she and her husband moved from Chicago.)

I miss you my friend. Memories of you will always make me smile. Thank you for being a part of my life.

 

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