I got a call this morning from my sister that Lucy had died. Lucy was a friend of my Grandparents. She was the mother of my mom's best friend and the grandmother of my child hood best friend. Lucy was a good friend. I used to love to play cards with her. The last time I saw here was my graduation party last July. Soon after that she went in the hospital and had to have a leg amputated. I kept meaning to go see her but I just never got around to it.

I stopped at Lucy's house everyday of my Freshman year in Highschool. And many days I went down there for Lunch. My best freind Mark, lived with his grandmother and grandfather and they were about two blocks from the high school.

I got home from work today and John and I went to dinner. When we got back from dinner I picked up the book I was reading ("Dry" by Augusteen Burroughs) and finished it. I only had a few chapters left. I won't ruin it for anyone but it's not an ending I expected. I had tears running down my face.

I still haven't cried for Lucy. There is not going to be a service or even a grave. I don't know when but I need to cry.