Most of you know that I have been a Mobile Meals volunteer for about 12 years. My dear friend and Mobile Meals partner (we drive/deliver the meals in teams) for that entire time, Nancy, died unexpectedly New Years Eve; therefore, last week was my first delivery without her.
Her funeral was difficult--because I think I was still in shock-- but as fate would have it, I ended up doing the route alone for January. I drove most of it through tears, but I think it brought the closure I needed.
It is normal to worry about losing family, I never considered the void I would feel from losing a friend -- the books I borrowed and never got to return, the recipes we shared, how I feel when I put on the pin she gave me for my birthday. It's a different kind of hurt--but a wake up call to make sure I cherish everyone around me.
As for my Mobile Meals route, I will continue on in Nancy's honor. Both my mom (also a friend of Nancy) and Nancy's sister have agreed to be my new "partners."