Earlier today, I sat down to write about the woman, my friend, who helped me develop this blog. She died nearly a year ago at the age of 29. She has been much on my mind this past week as it gets closer to the anniversary of her death.
We two talked a lot about weight, body, self-esteem, bulimia, anorexia, compulsive eating and mostly, about the best way/s to get well. We always planned to start our own group and began researching our options.
Then she got sick. And suddenly our eating disorders seemed truly unimportant. In fact, they seemed like a luxury.
She died quickly after her diagnosis. Such a loss.
So, I planned to write about her earlier, but a friend who called and asked me to go to a 12 Step meeting with him. I wasn’t really in the mood – I’d always rather be home with my cat, reading a good book – and almost said no. But off I went.
When I walked in the door of the meeting, the first thing I saw was my late friend’s 8 year old daughter. She was there with her dad, who was celebrating 12 years. I hadn’t seen either of them since the funeral so many months ago.
Father and daughter both looked okay, although when he accepted his coin, he referenced what a rough year it had been. But he is okay. And so is his daughter.
I’m not one of those people who believes that everything happens for a reason and that there are no coincidences, but seeing them at a random meeting in an out-of-the-way town near me….?
Or maybe I am one of those people who does believe…
Rest in Peace forever, Abbey