Word came today, almost a year after the fact, that my pal Chris Eldin ended her life. She and I were pals the same way a lot of you are my pals. She read my blog, participated in contests, and was generally one of the regulars.
She lived near Baltimore and once when I was headed to Charm City for a couple days we met and went to the art museum there for a morning and then had lunch together. We hit it off and had a great time.
But sadly, blog readers can come and go. Life demands attention, circumstances change. I hadn't heard from Chris in a while but the funny thing was, I'd thought about her and our day at the art museum quite recently.
This morning I looked back through my cache of email to see when I'd last talked to her, and it had been a while. She'd also included me in an email she sent to her friends just after her birthday three years ago:
I am in such a good place in my life, right now, and your friendships have helped get me there. All the little things that are said and done matter. They add up.
Your friendship is the cathedral I turn to.
I profoundly regret the darkness became too much for her. I know there were people in her life who loved her and wanted to help her. Certainly her friends would have. I would have.
Now all that's left to say is that she is remembered, and missed.
To quote the also-greatly-missed Jane Kenyon's poem Happiness:
[Happiness] comes to the wineglass, weary of holding wine.