This morning I was awakened by a phone call, offering condolences. What? My best friend, Jennifer, is gone. She passed away some time in the last two days. Her family said that it looked like she had slipped and hit her head on the bathtub in her apartment.
She was beautiful, brilliant, vivacious, caring, perceptive, opinionated, and funny as hell. She was only 34 years old. I still can't believe she's gone.
May her memory be a blessing.