She will be Greatly Missed-- POST 100

Friends, we are gathered here today to say goodbye.
Many noticed the way she started keeping to herself more often, plagued with a crippling phobia that she was unable to shed. A mental illness that made her fear the warmth of friends and hide behind layers and layers of clouded perceptions. She will never know how much she was loved or how greatly we will all miss her.

Now is the time to look inside and ask ourselves, how many times did I take her for granted? How many times was I annoyed when she sang so loudly, or heatedly argued with me when I had other plans for the day? Did I curse her when damp grocery bags ripped? Did I blame her when I found myself in a sticky situation? And how many times did I shun her-- blocking out the love she had to give? I'm sure several of us even accused her of causing our own imperfections.
Yes friends, I think we will all miss her, regret our lack of appreciation and will long for the days gone by enveloped in the warmth of her love.
Sleep well, our dear friend and forgive us for taking you for granted.


Today's Monday Mission over at Painted Maypole is to write a post in the style of an obituary. I wrote a Eulogy, but I think it's close enough.