Another Birthday In The ER
It's my birthday weekend, and I spent most of the day today in the emergency room. Unfortunately for me, it's not something I'm entirely unaccustomed to. I've spent nearly 1/3 of my birthdays in my 33 years of life in the ER.
But today, it wasn't about me. A close friend of ours, Jenny Kennedy, lost her recurring battle with cancer at 8:30 this morning. We spent the day being with family and friends, and sharing stories about her life. I saw her just last night while I was helping my mother-in-law set up her brand new laptop (hence the cursing and crying about Windows, PC's, anti-virus and the like). Jenny got a huge kick out of my blunt, non-chalant method of informing just about anyone who would listen just how much I hated doing what I was doing, and was only doing it out of love.
My last moments with her, and she was laughing. Happy. Smiling. I can't say that Jenny and I were extraordinarily close, but she was very close to my wife and her mother, and a constant part of my life since I met her. She as at my wedding, my wife's high school and college graduations, my housewarming party, and every trip my mother-in-law has ever taken to the hospital or Buloxi. She knew me well enough to know who I was, what I did and how I did it, and she understood that my blunt, often brash demeanor when helping on computer crap was meant almost specifically to entertain myself while doing stuff I didn't find particularly fun. And she got a kick out of it.
I'm glad I could give her a bit to laugh about her last night here. I'm glad she was such a great friend and a part of our lives. And I will miss her, mostly for who she was for my family.