A First

Yesterday was the first time I have ever lost a good friend. It has been a strange day today, and I fluctuate from selfish anger to melancholy to nostalgic sadness at the drop of a hat. I am not witty. I am not fast. Not today. My work, no matter how many times I start to get something done, remains unfinished.

Helen didn't tell many people how fast the cancer progressed, so I didn't know that time was so short. I missed telling her goodbye. I can genuinely say she was one of my favorite people in the whole world and I will miss her terribly.