A friend indeed.

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A friend in need is a friend indeed. I am already feeling the loss of my dear friend Maryellen. I waa there again this evening and she is 80 pounds. We used to laugh together about who was fatter and we would laugh and have a beer and discuss our snacks and goodies for the weekend. We played cards every weekend for about a year when the girls were at an age when they didnt go anywhere so we hung out together. A strage bubch we turned out to be. Tim and I got divorced, Keith and cathy got divorced and Keith is now living with his significant other, a man! Then there is John and Maryellen. Still together and still in love. She is suffering and complaining of pressure and burning in the rectum. She is on two Morphine patches and two Vicodan every two hours. Sleepy, in pain, and not complaining. I want to do more for her, but what to do I dont know.
Why am I here?
Why is she days away from death, and not complaining.
I made her a bouquet of Christmas flowers and evergreens with holly berries, big f'ing deal. We will be remembering my Dad this Christmas and who knows what with Mar.
GOD, please take care of my friend and take her to heaven where she will see HER Father after ten years and give her peace and rest and take her pain away. Help her transition easily and to accept her passing from this world to the next with grace and peace. I will continue to pray for her soul and the souls of our loved ones and that their heaven is clear and bright and all that eternal majesty in Your loving hand is supposed to be. May the time we spend apart be fruitful and worthwhile and may the moment we meet again be joyous.

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