The five of us graduated together from the same master's program...back in 1977. We've all stayed in the same area, although life events would cause us to drift out of touch now and then. Still, every once in awhile, we'd have a reunion at a restaurant and catch one another up on our happenings. More recently, we made this a ritual a couple of times each year, especially on birthdays. So, although we were not very, very close, we were in touch and cared about one another. That's what makes it so difficult to understand why she never told any of us about her breast cancer in 2008 or its more recent recurrence. This week we all got a phone call from one of her relatives letting us know that she had passed away. The funeral had already taken place. The family wanted to keep it private.
Did we fail her in some way, I wonder? Why did she feel she had to
go through it all alone? Perhaps she was very depressed and --in a
downward thought spiral-- believed that even we wouldn't care. We would
I cannot imagine her pain and loneliness. But I believe that there is no loneliness where she now dwells.