There is no doubt I am half mad so I can't resist putting up one more chapter to the story of my friend....
Yesterday after I wrote about my friend and her cats - I drove over to her former home where an Open House was going on - most of the people had gone - one couple and the realtor were walking through. I had the place to myself to again stroll about the rooms for the last time and remember the laughter and the deep talks about her illness and what would happen to her critters.
It was a rough few moments for me because empty rooms, no matter how tarted up, without the beautiful, richly endowed warm woman who made those rooms her home, were now only empty space.
We can all make a differences in our spaces... and because when we leave life there are only the memories within those who cared about us. It is important we leave love behind if we want to be remembered. It isn't about living at all, but how we loved.
Some people are afraid to let go and enjoy - even love others for fear of being hurt if they give too much. This lady feared nothing about giving all she could and months after her death, is still alive and well within those who knew her.