In my circle of friends mainly from school, there are 12 of us. Obviously some have stronger ties to each other and we don’t all see each other regularly due to time and distance and life but we all meet up at least twice a year and are in regular contact.
Last week l read a eulogy for one of my friends husbands, that sounds like l am betraying him because he was my friend too l had known him 25 years.
On Monday l had a message from one of my friends who l knew had been ill and had visited her in hospital late August, being naive because she was out of hospital l thought she had got better, l was lead to believe she had a serious lung infection. Turns out she has lung cancer and it is terminal. I have been asked to help her plan her funeral so it leaves her husband less stress and to be able to deal with the three girls. I am honoured that she asked me, l am also arranging a meet up at her house next week so everyone will know and we can be together. I don’t think l could be so matter of fact about it. He funeral is going to be beautiful.
It’s so scary we are 43, one of us is a widow, one will be leaving he children. One of us has lost a baby to sids.
Apparently l always hold my shit together and am logical and lm the peacekeeper, they have all had conversations about this .
Little do they know l am filled with anxiety some days and even though l think l have 11 friends l don’t tell them or my husband my deepest darkest secrets.
I don’t know how l will get through this. I feel so selfish typing this and l don’t know how our friend closer to my dying friend is going to cope, her husband as just ran off with someone else.
I tried to have a cry because l feel l need one my tears won’t come out.
I am aware my post makes me sound like a selfish dick no need to tell me.