I expected it to be my friend of twenty-three years, instead it was her husband. "I'm sorry mate, I have some bad news. She's gone."
My friend, my mate, my loyal, wonderful, kind, generous, loving friend. Gone.
Now I need to sit and write once more for her. Not the speech for her wedding, not the one for her first divorce. The one for her funeral. The last of 1001 nights tales is going to be one of truth and love. I am going to bring her into our hearts, not that she ever left. And I will try not to cry. For her. I will laugh and rejoice in her life, and keep my sadness far away.
Because there will be two little girls sitting in that church, watching, trusting, hurting. Needing to see and feel their Mum through my words.
I love you Lise, I will miss you every day of my life.