Steinhauer
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She was a very special and close friend. Someone who never passed judgement on me, was always checking to make sure I was ok. She pulled me out of my shell many many times. I remember going to church with her and her mother several years ago. Her mom told me that she was diagnosed with a terminal illness, but I couldn't understand what illness. So, I asked Kim to explain it to me and she just :roll: "I wish my mom would shut up ... just don't worry about me ok? I would hate for you to worry about me."
But I worried anyway.
It is so hard to explain how I felt about her. I was never "in love" but I loved her more than that. She was like a confidant, a comrade at arms, a trusty loyal companion, someone I could completely trust. She would be the first to laugh when I made a fool of myself, and the first to congratulate when I did something well. She was so beautiful, inside and out.
Her time was up, and it was much too short. The brightest stars are the ones that burn out first. I miss her terribly, and I guess, I always will.
The trip to Yucatan actually involved her and her friend and my friend. I didn't know she kept all those pictures. Her friend, is one of my good friends, and my friend, became a good friend of her friend.
At the viewing, her friend, Malika, sat with me and we talked about that trip. I know Malika's dad - we talked years ago about writing down our true feelings and sharing them (Malika's dad : John Harricharan, a short bio of the author of "When You Can Walk on Water, Take the Boat" ). He is friend's with Richard Bach (Johnathan Livingston Seagull) and Deepak Chopra. Anyways, I felt really at peace talking with Malika - she just has that effect on me. She handed me the pictures and told me Kim really loved me and would want me to finally have these pictures - that she had saved pictures of me for years. I had to get out of there ... and just bawled. I never ever cry. When I was born, doctors thought something was wrong with me, because I wouldn't cry. I have probably cried maybe 3x in my life. I now know how Jesus felt when he saw Lazarus.
Anyways ... she was beautiful ... inside and out:
Malika and Kim
