A dear friend I haven't seen in 17 years, but have known since we were kids, wished me a speedy recovery from the stroke I suffered two months ago. She went on to offer encouragement, saying that I was strong and would overcome this set back. I was supposed to look after my health better than I had been doing.
I suggested we get together for tea or coffee, once I recovered enough, so we could catch up on all the stuff that's happened since we last saw each other. I had been meaning to call her to set a date, but kept putting it off until "tomorrow".
On Saturday June 18, I received a message from her son. His mother, Susan, had passed away early that morning. She suffered a mild stroke, just like mine, and then, while at the hospital, she had another stroke. Susan never recovered, and according to her wishes was taken off life support and died.
Her funeral was today, and I was there.
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