I don’t use people’s names in my posts, not even for my family. Tonight is different. My friend Marlize died at about 10am this morning. Her ex-husband was sweet enough to call me himself this morning, which he didn’t have to do, but since I had sent text messages to let Marlize know I was praying for her and for her girls he felt it was the right thing to do. Marlize was in a car accident almost four weeks ago (I mentioned her before) and she never woke up from the coma she was in when the ambulance arrived on the scene. She was a strong woman. Occasionally brash. Fiercely individualistic. Open minded. Her two little girls were her life and her love; she spoke about them frequently and always had photographs and stories to share with anyone who would look! We became friends very quickly and shared a lot. If she needed to vent or rant at work she’d come to me and we’d commiserate a little. I’m considering wearing something completely outlandish to her funeral to pay tribute to her.
I’m going to miss her.She was my friend.
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.