The Postscript: Friends Like Angel
THIS TIME OF YEAR still hits me hard. It is the anniversary of the death of my best girlfriend, Angel, who died too young and left an Angel-shaped hole in my life.
“Can it be six years?” I ask my husband, Peter, in disbelief. Angel died at 50 years old, six years ago.
In the years since she died, I have tried to fill the spot she occupied without success. I expect new friends to be like Angel,…