Dianne, My Best Friend, My Confidant

5 1/2 years ago I met a woman at that time I thought she was a strange woman indeed. We met in the oddest way, and now that I look back on it I wish things had went different.

We had just moved into our house and Dale's brother came over for a visit, of course he did not bring Dianne with. He ended up getting drunk and was unable to drive, so as usual Dianne came to rescue him. Instead of coming into the house she sat out in the driveway and blew her horn. I mean she blew and blew and blew the dam thing. I wanted to smack her upside her head! The ass that I am, I ran out the door screaming and yelling at her. I told her to come into the house and have some drinks with us. She flat out said no.

Little did I know that Doug had been filling her head with all kinds of crap. He told her that I was asking him out on dates, and I liked him better than I did my own husband.  Boy that was sure the furthest thing from the truth!

This bitterness we had went on for two more years, two long years wasted...

Two long years I could have gotten to know Dianne...

Then one day 

I had it.

Dianne and I talked.

 And talked we did.

 For hours chatting back and forth on the internet. She became one of my best friends. We had so much in common. We knew things, big things, crappy things, things you don't want to talk about to anyone, secrets about our husbands and their family. 

We talked. We cried. We laughed. 

We became friends.

Very good friends.
She became my confidant.
And I became hers.

Things were going great.

Then all hell broke lose between a snobby group of women and I. Dianne was my God send. She was the only one that stood by me. Dianne was the only one there for me.
She was the only one who knew and understood how I was feeling. 

 Here is a note that Dianne sent to the group. This is a note that I will cherish forever.

I'm not exactly sure who it that's causing Veronica problems but there's no reason for this. 

I like Veronica & we seem to share alot of the same views on the world. I love how she doesn't hold back & says what she feels unlike alot of people who are hard to read. Everybody on this post I really like. If I were a person who liked hanging with people this would be my hang out group. I've been burned too many times to want to hang with people. I suggest if you want to hang out with  XXXX & Veronica do it on separate times & don't back stab the other one when the other one's not there. Everything always gets back to the person you're talking about. Someone's always ready to smear it in your face what so & so said about you. If you have a problem with Veronica no matter how small tell her to her face. Veronica would tell you. That's what I like about her she's so forward. Granted Veronica & I fought like cats & dogs for the first four years we knew each other. But no more when we realized how pointless it was & who the culprit was behind it all the back stabbing.

 We got the call  while on the road.

I still go numb thinking about it.

What am I going to do without her?

Who do I turn to?

Who do I laugh with?

Who do I cry with?

WHO?

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We came home for the funeral. As the hour approached I could not do it. I could not go to her funeral. I could not see her cold and dead.

 My heart was broken.

 My best friend was gone. 

I prayed,

 Dianne please understand. Understand that I cannot see you like this. 

I don't want to remember you like this. I won't do it. 

~~~~~

Dianne, I love you dearly.

I will never forget you.

I will never accept that you are not with us.

As you will always be with us.

I will remember you the way you were.

Rosy cheeks, and twinkling eyes.

That is how I will see you.

Dianne, please understand...

As no one else does.

Dianne my dear friend passed away March 19, 2012 from a fatal asthma attack that could have been prevented. I told her she needed to go to the doctor, I told her to go...

I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death.

They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. 

Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. 

We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.