Last week was the ten year anniversary of the passing of one of my good friends. Her name was Marilyn and she was born with a rare heart condition. Doctors said she likely wouldn’t make it past two years old and she made it to 27 years old, classic Marilyn. ‘Oh yeah, fuckin watch me’. She traveled the world, toured with her boyfriends band, did all sorts of things I’m sure were ill advised by her doctors. But she sure lived her life to the fullest. She was a great friend, huge sports fan, massive music lover, so loved by so many and such a little spitfire, barely over five feet and hilarious.
I spent the day of her anniversary at the beach with my boyfriend and one of my best friends talking about her and some of our fun memories, took a shot of Jameson in her honor, shed some tears. Ten years later it still breaks my heart to think of all the life that was taken from her and all the cool things she would be doing now. But I’m so grateful for all the cool people she brought into my life and for the gifts the grief gave me.
It really does expand your heart in the biggest ways and make you prioritize things differently, notice things a little more, savor things a little more. And for that I’m grateful that the grief doesn’t go away. It’s always with us just like she is 💛