Saying Goodbye

I can tell you about my adventures of the last few days later. This blog is what I'm feeling, as well as what I'm doing. Right now, I just came here to write, to remember.

Alana's mother, Phyllis, passed away yesterday morning (1/4/11). Alana is one of my dearest friends, since the 1st grade. And in all those hours that we have spent with each other when we were kids-- braiding each other's hair, playing games, talking about boys, sleepovers-- Phyllis was always there, the responsible, caring mother. And now... and now, I just feel awful that I can't be with Alana right now. I spent so much of my childhood in their home, it is an eery feeling not being able to be in the home right now as she and her dad sit shiva.

So I sit here, alone in my bedroom, as she sits there, in her living room surrounded by family and friends. And I hope that the tears, love, and prayers, and the yearning to hold her will make it all the way over to Alana and give her a little peace.

Goodbye, Phyllis. Alana, my thoughts are definitely with you.