We lost Sheri at 12:20 am, Tuesday, August 28th, 2012.
I started to take on aspects of her outlook and attitude from the moment I met her. Those very real parts of Sheri, and other elements of her personality and affect that I’m not even fully aware of, will continue to live in and through me until the day I die.
Bernadette and I were with her on Saturday, my birthday, and Sheri was comfortable and serene. She commented that I’d lost weight. I have and so I showed her; walking away from her bed and turning around. “Wow,” she said, almost just mouthing the word.
I came back to her side and trying to be as cheerful as I could told her that I was getting a lot of looks from the young ladies. She muttered something unintelligible.
So I got real close, put my ear just inches away from her lips, and bathed in her pretense of disgust with me; the reality check that was the basis of our friendship, one last time.
“You’re not getting any looks from young ladies.”
And that was the last thing she ever said to me. One last dose of reality.
Sheri knew how much I loved her and how much Bernadette loved her. And we knew how much she loved us. None of that was even a question.
We didn’t spend nearly as much time together as we should have. But LA is like that. You might not see your best friend for a year and she lives two blocks away. Months fly by. I hate to descend into a cliche, but we really thought we’d have time.
I have nothing but love and gratitude for your friendship and devotion, sweetie. You’ll always be with me.