I lost two friends over this weekend.
Vivian, the office manager where I work had struggled with respiratory illness for some time, in and out of the hospital. She had several close calls but always bounced back. She was a tough one.
I will miss listening to her sisters laughing to the point of tears as she told one of her stories. She was an expert on letting them get just to the edge of recovering from a fit of giggles and then plunging them back into laughter with the next line.
I was walking out of the office one day, teasing her as I went about her collection of angels. "Why are all the angels white?" I asked my Latina friend. "Aren't there any Hispanic angels?"
She didn't miss a beat. "Just one." she answered, smiling.
My boss called me Christmas Eve to let me know that Vivian had died. I had weird dreams all night about coming back to work.
When I came in this morning I found out that one of our salesmen Danny Peoples also passed on Saturday.
I wrote a poem about Danny last year around this time. Danny lived through strokes and heart attacks and countless knee surgeries and dialysis and he just would not stop working. I loved talking with Danny. Death is bad, life is good, work hard, be a good person. Danny had it figured out.
Some weekend. Sheesh.