rockinzoe
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- Aug 17, 2013
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It had been such a shock when Jan had died, how could her best friend be there one minute and the next gone? They had only been talking an hour or two before the crash, discussing what they were having for dinner that night, if they were watching a movie or going to gang up on her husband Rob during a card game like so many other nights Gi had spent at their house. That night never came and although she knew she should have spoke to Rob, visited the kids, she just couldn’t face it, scared that Jan’s house would feel less light, darker, depressing without her in it. The guilt and grief ate her up.
Even at the funeral, looking at her two young kids and her widowed husband Gi couldn’t help feel they were all too young to be facing life without her best friend, yet she couldn’t say more than the standard condolences to Rob.
To her shame, it was 4 weeks later when she finally called him, asking if she could come by Friday night, like she had done nearly every Friday night before, for dinner and drinks to see the kids and check in on him. She was relieved when he accepted and didn’t tell her to go to hell.
“Auntie Gi!” Two young children had flown out the open door that evening as she knelt down to greet them.
“Are you not meant to be in bed already?” She laughed teasing them, avoiding eye contact with the widow until she no longer could.
“Hi Rob, sorry, I should have reached out sooner, I just,” she couldn’t go on, what excuse could she give when they had both lost the love of their life?
Even at the funeral, looking at her two young kids and her widowed husband Gi couldn’t help feel they were all too young to be facing life without her best friend, yet she couldn’t say more than the standard condolences to Rob.
To her shame, it was 4 weeks later when she finally called him, asking if she could come by Friday night, like she had done nearly every Friday night before, for dinner and drinks to see the kids and check in on him. She was relieved when he accepted and didn’t tell her to go to hell.
“Auntie Gi!” Two young children had flown out the open door that evening as she knelt down to greet them.
“Are you not meant to be in bed already?” She laughed teasing them, avoiding eye contact with the widow until she no longer could.
“Hi Rob, sorry, I should have reached out sooner, I just,” she couldn’t go on, what excuse could she give when they had both lost the love of their life?
