Rainy Days and Mondays

We have been friends in sunshine and in rain.

My dad says you can count the number of true friends you have in life on one hand. He's probably right, he usually is.

I have had the the most lucky opportunity to be friends with someone who I consider a confidant, a sister, my family. We were never supposed to be friends. She was raised 7th Day Adventist, I was a Jehovah's Witness. There's a whole lot of crazy right there.

The best thing about real friendship and real love is that somehow, those things don't matter. She used to think I judged her lifestyle, but I didn't. Then I got kicked out of the jdubs and we were on a level playing field for the first time. Two perfectly imperfect girls.

She is your perfect friend. Kind, caring, compassionate, smart, sexy, beautiful. We've been through a lot together over the past 20 years. She was so funny. We've had so many laughs and good times. We'd go on business trips and just stay in the same hotel room even though we each had our own because we didn't like to be apart.

She loved food. The second time around with cancer my brother decided he'd bring us dinner at the hospital and he actually brought real china and silverware from home. He broke his arm as soon as he left the hospital that night but it's still a good memory. :)

Last night I just felt like I needed to go to the hospital. I've been dealing with depression and recovering, so my therapist only lets me go to the hospital twice a week. I came home and didn't sleep well. I woke up this morning and she was gone.

What can I say? We've seen each other through everything - losing friends, family, lovers. She was at my wedding and there for me for the divorce. Selfishly, I feel a piece of me dying with her because there is no one else here in Toronto who knew my past life. My friends, my family, my husband. Despite the fact that you're not allowed to be friends with non-JWs - they all LOVED her.

Donia is a beautiful soul - inside and out. She used to sing me Rainy days and Mondays when we were having a bad day.

Round three of cancer won. And she had to go. Wherever she's going to now, I'll get there eventually. Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for awhile. 

Rest in peace my darling, beautiful, wonderful friend. I'll miss you every day. I love you more than I can express on some silly blog. Xo

Sullivan out.