Anna and I met several years ago through her neighbor. At that time, Anna's husband, Raf, was working in Iraq. He came home briefly and was then deployed for another year to Iraq. This separation, combined with other stresses- raising a young son and newborn baby girl, took it's toll on Anna- as it would anyone in her situation. Through this, our friendship grew and we became closer friends.
When Kathleen was first diagnosed (and the prognosis was possibly mere months), Anna called me. I was in Dallas for work, but we talked for a long time- making jokes and trying to bring a little levity to the situation. That's how we roll. Me and Anna. Laughter through tears. She said that was why she called me- she knew I wouldn't open up the waterworks (too much). She had done plenty of that earlier.
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I didn't get to talk to Anna until Monday evening after her mom's passing. We talked for hours. I only hope that it was helpful to Anna; I know that it was cathartic for me. I can only imagine the pain that Anna is feeling. The loss of her Mom, coupled with the geographic and emotional distance between Anna and her siblings, has been so heavy on her heart. As her friends, we've tried to ease her pain, knowing that only time will help the healing process. We've tried to unburden her of her guilt, knowing that she will continue to beat herself up over events that she had no control over. We can rationalize for her, that those final moments weren't the memories her Mom would want Anna to remember her by. But, as her friends, we'll just continue to stand by her, support her, grieve with her and try to comfort her until... well, we'll just continue to love her as always.