It comes in threes

My dear friend Didi passed away last Sunday night. She'd had cancer for a very long time, and we knew she was passing. But it's still very sad. She was a vibrant, beautiful woman, full of love and energy, mother to two darling boys and wife to a sweet, wonderful man. She will be missed. Didi was the first person to sense that there was something different about my relationship with Mike. In fact, it was because of her that I was assigned to work with him on a project in the first place. After we'd been on a date or two, I told Didi and she said "You're gonna marry him. I know it. He loves you, and you're going to get married." Just over two years later, I did. I was very angry Monday night. I'm angry that Didi had to lose both of her parents to cancer, survive it once herself, only to have it beat her in the end. I'm not sure how to resolve all of that. I'm also somewhat selfishly angry. I'm sick, fed up to my ears with death and doom and gloom and heaviness. So yesterday I went in for my haircut and I said "I need some lightness. I need some of the weight to be taken away" and Farah cut all my hair off. It helps.